Nonfiction

“Who Did Put the Bop in the Bop Shoo Bop Shoo Bop?” by Wesley McCann

Oct 5th, 2022 | By

Amongst the myriad of questions posed by the great minds of history, many have been answered satisfactorily, and many others pursued to an incomplete end. Yet it is the rare question that is posed in the public square but never followed up at all. And today we re-ask just such a question, a problem that concerned men in a former era, yet which seems to have passed out of the consciousness of the generations since. Asked mid-century man perceptively: “Who put the bop in the bop shoo bop shoo bop?”



“My Life in Books: A Literary Biography,” by Wendy Freborg

Sep 28th, 2022 | By

1950s
Mickey Mouse’s Picnic
Peter Pan
Dick and Jane
The Bobbsey Twins
Nancy Drew



“Break On Through To The Other Side,” by Jane Donaldson

Sep 14th, 2022 | By

1968 was the year I became a spiritual medium. I was a nine year old with time on my hands. Our parents fed us, clothed us and kept us on the straight and narrow, but orchestrating after school activities was not in their job description. Carefully choreographed play dates were nonexistent. In fact even the word “play date” was nonexistent. No one cared what we did between the hours of 3PM and 5PM as long as we did it quietly while not wearing our good school clothes.



“Friendly Advice On How Not To Treat People Like Ignorant Assholes,” by Rick Kast

Sep 7th, 2022 | By

Everyone knows that we live in times of violent disagreements and fraying of the social fabric. It is my view that this is substantially caused, and greatly aggravated, by our inability to treat each other decently and with respect no matter how much we might disagree.



“Mouse,” by Sonja Anderson

Aug 31st, 2022 | By

It was autumn and night when I first saw it.

The dark spot darted from the refrigerator to the corner of the kitchen, where we kept a sexy basket of dirty dish towels. I approached the basket and nudged it with my foot, which caused the runner to bolt back to the refrigerator and me to screech.