The Day I Lost the Key

There is an exhaustion so absolute that you find yourself counting minutes before you can crawl between the sheets. In my experience, that overload usually involved an overseas flight and jetlag. No matter how we adjusted our flight schedule, crossing the international date-line always depleted our reserves. I suppose any continual twenty-six-hour trip will do that. Our plane trip had been …

Lost

Some specifics are lost to me now. The name of the street. The month of the year. The amount of time I wandered. What was lost to me then was the placement of our car. In a day before locator pins, this farm girl from a town of ninety-eight parked in a city of three million. Since arriving on the …

Come and See

By: Magen Thetford Nestled under a canopy of trees strung with an abundance of twinkle lights was an unending, rectangular table. It was dressed with pristine white table cloths, candles arranged in varying heights, a bounty of flowers adorning the middle, and each place purposefully set with the finest of china and flatware. It was a stunning sight to behold. At …

Rural Relations and the Crosbyton Review

Our small town newspaper may have been the last of its kind. A main stay in the community, they not only circulated a weekly, rural chronicle, but their front office also sold Big Chief tablets, mod stationery, and mimeograph paper to the local populace. More than a mere publishing company, the Crosbyton Review was a reflection of our region’s three-thousand-residents …