Big Mac, the Baby and the S.O.S.

By Robin Steinweg –

Big Mac had the look a dog gets when someone is about to hand him a juicy bit—he had a bead on it and every muscle and tendon trembled, waiting to spring. He might have been drooling. Mom glanced out the kitchen window and saw him planted by the clothesline. Curious, she followed his eyes up to a baby robin that had just made its debut flight. It teetered and clung to its perch. She feared a breeze might send it tumbling. Read more

Running Around Like a Chicken

By Robin Steinweg –

When I was five, we had a bachelor neighbor up the hill from where I played. He lived a frugal, somewhat rustic life. While my mom brought home packaged chicken for dinner, the neighbor brought live chickens. I didn’t know they were meant to be butchered for that night’s neighborhood picnic. Read more

Applaud the Builder

By Robin Steinweg –

“Ow!” I hop on one foot. I explore my stinging toes. I can feel the imprint the mystery object left when I stepped on it in the dark. Still hopping, I land on another. Read more

Goofy Birds!

By Robin J. Steinweg –

Goofy birds are at it again! Can’t they find a safer spot for a nest? Read more

Distance Tuning

By Robin Steinweg –

“It’s still flat. Keep tightening it. Too low, keep going, getting better, almost there—there! Nope, you over-shot it. Loosen it a little, just a twadge. Oops. It’s okay, just tighten it a hair. Good! Now the next one.” Read more

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