Short Story Link: The Santa Paula Sunshine by Mark Tulin
“This isn’t Arizona, Morrie,” Jaina said. “This is Santa Paula, California. Now take off your jacket and have aContinue Reading
“This isn’t Arizona, Morrie,” Jaina said. “This is Santa Paula, California. Now take off your jacket and have aContinue Reading
He would call me a “pilgrim” and act like he was a tougher cowboy than me. Once I gotContinue Reading
We drove past the Philadelphia Zoo and turned onto the City Avenue ramp. These were my uncle’s people. PeopleContinue Reading
When Miles arrived at work, the office staff greeted him with funny looks, some were either giggling or bentContinue Reading
I was unable to run to the door or reach for the wall phone. I tried to talk Huey downContinue Reading
At first, I interpreted his stare as being judgemental. Perhaps he didn’t like bald men or the way IContinue Reading






