Exploring the Jungle —Mary Lott

Poor, pitiful Pokey. On the night of April 22, my dog had a traumatic experience. The evening started well enough. Pokey was guarding me from under the bed as I caught up on…

I’m making a list and checking it twice. And then twice more after that. I mustn’t forget what I want to discuss. I have an annual exam at the doctor’s office coming up in…

“We’ve been together since way back when/ Sometimes I never want to see you again/ But I want you to know, after all these years/ You’re still the one I want whisperin’ in my ear.”…

Shielding my eyes from the bright sun, I set the laundry basket on the ground and select a few shirts. I sling them over my left shoulder and get started on my task. I…

“It rained and it rained and it rained. Piglet told himself that never in all his life, and he was goodness knows how old—three, was it, or four?—never had he seen so much rain.”…

Pokey, my constant companion and cohort in crime, let me know that he had to go outside immediately. I am at an age where this is perfectly understandable. It was just 5:30 a.m. However,…

Looking down at the compass, I lined up the arrow on the bottom plate with the degrees where my counselor had told me to go. “Turn the compass to make sure the red arrow…

My boys are scarfing down their Koko Krunch cereal. I hear the water running in the shower where my husband is. Soon, he and the boys will depart for their usual, fascinating day at…

The morning is hushed and still. A golden light shimmers through the air as the early rays of the sun hit the sparkle of freshly fallen raindrops on the banana leaves here in Papua,…

“How would you like your steak cooked?” the restaurant server asked, pausing for me to answer. The others at our table erupted in laughter. They knew the answer. “Rare! Cool on the inside and…