by Janet Fichter | Non-Fiction
Photo by Sead Dedić on Unsplash If we hadn’t had a 4th floor hotel room, we wouldn’t have seen the skittering dance of sandpipers as they pursued the retreating ocean waves only to run away from new waves eagerly chasing them back onto the beach. It was delightfully...
by Janet Fichter | Non-Fiction
~ Our beloved doggie, Benjamin Franklin Fichter (the real B.F.F.) used to love jumping up on the couch to share space with us. It was his favorite spot. But once arthritis took its toll, he was forced to find a new favorite spot. We got one of those eggshell...
by Janet Fichter | Non-Fiction
Photo by Greg Rakozy on Unsplash A story is told of an Arizona farmer, who emerged one morning after a devastating storm. As he assessed the damage, he was overwhelmed with distress. A portion of the roof had blown off his home. The garden was pulverized. And the...
by Janet Fichter | Non-Fiction
Image by Myriams-Fotos from Pixabay I’ve never really thought of myself as accident prone, but I suppose everyone in their sixties has a few injuries to write about. In an effort to humor myself through the recuperation of my latest accident, I’ve recounted a few...
by Janet Fichter | Non-Fiction
Image by Stephan Wusowski from Pixabay June 7, 2022, started out in normal fashion as I began my morning ride across Kipling Boulevard to get to Crown Hill Park. For years I have loved riding my purple cruiser bike with the cushy seat and matching purple helmet along...
by Janet Fichter | Non-Fiction
Image by Jeff Jacobs from Pixabay His physical strength and prowess had always defined him. For most of his life, Simon the Cyrene took pride in using his abilities to help others. From lifting heavy tree branches to digging trenches to plowing fields, people in his...