John Palmer walked in the door, whistling cheerfully. He put the bag from the Asian market on the kitchen counter. Every Monday, early in the morning, the Little China Asian Market of Portland, Maine receives a fresh shipment of sea food, especially squid. John took a half pound of squid, and placed it on the cutting board. He chopped it up using his sharpest pare knife, and put it in a small bowl. He then opened the freezer and took out a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey ice cream...

Quiet moments Are like a shell on the beach. Something beautiful, Something to be savored. For just as quickly as it is left For our pleasure, It can be carried away By the waves in our life.

The desert bloom Is as delicate as a hummingbird Yet it is strong enough to withstand an hot and arid landscape. It is a source of hope where hope seems lost.   The desert bloom Displays the radiant colors of the rainbow Where hardly a drop of rain ever falls. It is serenity in a troubled land.   The desert  bloom Reaches for the warmth of the desert sun As the mind of a child reaches for understanding Of the world around.   The desertbloom Is a gift of life from God To a ...

Sara walked into the door again. My desk sat next to the copy room, and for the last three days she would walk by me with something Mr. Coch, we always called him Mr. Crotch behind his back, gave her to copy, and say “hi” without stopping. Then she would crash into the door, say sorry, and disappear through the door with a nervous laugh and a red face. Sara and I had been friends since we were in the second grade. I say friends since the second grade only because that’s when...