Author: Ray Lenarcic

Operation Candy Cane

It’s that time again. Jake Frost is checking out whose naughty or nice twin brother Jack is performing his works of art on our windowpanes, and the bearded man in red is warming up the reindeer. That said, as it has for years,...

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Pumpkin Man

By Ray Lenarcic Once upon a time, many harvest moons ago, there existed a village named Harrow on the river Mongooney. Its residents were hard working farmers who resided in snug, little cottages. A few men owned stores and the...

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Naima

By Ray Lenarcic Kay and I live in a quiet, middle-class neighborhood in East Herkimer. We often go for walks and periodically visit with a young woman. Her children, a boy around ten and a girl probably seven or so, are...

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1942

By Ray Lenarcic My mother always reminded me that I was born on a lucky number. 11. September 11th, 1942. And for a very long time I thought she was right. But since that fateful day in 2001, I am reticent to mention, much less...

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Never again

By Ray Lenarcic The other day, I was listening to the best dang gospel singer ever, Alan Jackson, performing Amazing Grace. Every time I hear that renowned classic, I think of my daughter Jennifer’s rendition at the McCleod...

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