Growing up, Pete was a Navy brat, and he basically followed in his father’s career military footsteps afterward. His father had been a pediatrician, while Pete had become an internist. When his parents passed away, Pete inherited their house in Coronado, and he finished the last twenty-five years of that career across the bridge at Balboa Naval Hospital in San Diego after serving on several deployments early on. Now, he’d […]
Tag Archives | Retrieving our collective soul
Kayla Swanson | Drowning in rain
It wasn’t yet raining, so she didn’t need to be glaring at me from the other side of the cash register like that, I said to myself as I put my grocery basket on the counter. Sheila was the more introverted of the Young sisters, the reddish-blonde progeny of the entrenched Mormon family of our small town. She was related to everyone by no more that two or three degrees […]
Robert Pope | The lost boy
When news that a child had disappeared rippled through the neighborhood, we answered the call. I’d been living here eight years and hadn’t had many conversations with neighbors on my street. For one thing, everyone on Shaggy Birch Loop was Catholic except me and the older couple next door who didn’t talk with anyone. Their son had died at some point in the past, over eight years ago, and they […]
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