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Wearing Sunday clothes


In fall sunshine

They walk to church

To pray to their God.

I drive by… Pray

To a god who is not

A god of war,

I pray.

~~~~  Mo Conlan

Welcome to our cafe and magazine. This is a non-commercial site dedicated to writing of all genres and to the pleasures of reading. Please explore our more than 260 pages of writing.

When we began this site several years ago, we had only a few dozen or so readers. Now we have readers from around the globe and commonly, more than 10,000 pages read per month.

The origin of our readership changes from month to month. The primary breakdown for August was: United States, 46%; Germany, 12%; France, 10%;, China 9%; Japan, 7%; plus various others.

Keep reading. Keep writing!
~ Kathy, Mo and Patty


Kathy reads
Go Set a Watchman by Harper Lee
from the perspective of a writer
who has had to "kill her babies."


Photo and Haiku

Hail the sun dipping
below Mother Lake; come back
early tomorrow.


~~~~ Photo by EyeSeeLight

Keep On

Keep singing that song,
The one about beauty, hope
And love. Just keep on.

Visit the Daily Haiku archives


Goodbye Cancer
Patty describes her journey through Cancer-Land

- The only thing I am not behind on is haircuts.
- The only reading materials in the surgeon’s office are cancer magazines and a coffee table book on Spring Grove Cemetery...

Read the rest of Goodbye Cancer

Chapter One


Side Effects


Red Shoes ~ A story for middle children and for those who love the color red


By Mo Conlan

There was a little girl named Margretta Todd who loved the color red. The bedspread in the bedroom she shared with her sisters -- Loretta, Henrietta and Tootsie -- was red.

The ball she tossed with her brothers -- Horace, Morris and Boris -- was red.

Most of all, though, Margretta loved red shoes. She wore red play shoes, red boots when it rained, red clogs in the garden. She wore sturdy red work shoes when she helped out at the family's business, the Todd Family Zoo. Margretta even had a pair of shiny red patent shoes for dress-up….

Red Shoes
~ read the rest



Here is an excerpt from, Babies' Breath,

Kathy's award-winning short story contained in her anthology of the same title:
"My heart burned as red-hot as the ancient round stones edging the fire-pit and my tears sizzled and steamed like spit when they fell into the flame." Read on here.

Kathy answers questions
for blogger, Betty Meyette,
about Babies' Breath
at this link: Meyette's Musings

Kathy's five-star-reviewed
short story collection
can be purchased by clicking :

Babies' Breath



Patty finds that sailing
with the kids
presents challenges


How I Became a Redhead ~ Short fiction by Mo



Perhaps you've wondered about the writers here. If that is so, here is a mini-autobiography of each of us. The three of us agree that writing about ourselves is the most difficult task we've entertained.

Maureen (Mo) Conlan

Patty Lawrence

Kathy Coogan



A report
from the real world by Patty
A guide to The Office

More wit and commentary
Inside Patty's writing log



The latest Ace Spade, PI, story from Mo

Has Ace Spade Found His Olive?


New book: "Tai Chi Therapy: The Science of Metarobics" ~
Read the preface


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Vase with gold and red


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No commercial use of them by others is permitted.

How We Begin ~
the essay

by Kathy Coogan

The first essay prompt you were ever given was in grade school. “How I spent my summer vacation” is the age-old essay prompt that teachers everywhere employ to begin a school year.

Kindergarten kids use rudimentary crayoned pictures of smiling stick-figures swimming, running and catching fish. Soon, pictures are replaced with words comprising simple sentences describing those activities. Once those words are in place on the page, you have written your first essay.

Essays, like snowflakes and grains of sand, are abundant. And each is different. You may be prompted to write an essay about a sudden blizzard in February describing the diamond-like sparkle on the drifts outside your window. While on the same topic I would be prompted to defame the weatherman whose forecast was for a dusting of the blasted white stuff that now fills my boots.

To each his own. The name of the game is point of view. Generally any writing that discusses a topic in an organized manner from the author’s perspective can be called an essay. Essays can describe or define things or events. They can compare and contrast. They can attempt to convince the reader to think a particular way.

Articles in magazines and newspapers, literary and theatrical reviews, political rants and even obituaries qualify. Essays are found in diaries and letters and on college and job applications. The variety of topics that can become writing ideas are unlimited.