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Alley Allies of 2011
Robert Albee Sharon Albee Nancy Anderson Veryl Andre Anne Christians Jean Christie Karen Clark Jim Cook Steve Compton Craig Davidson Knowles Daugherty Linnea Hadaway Luisa Hansel Patrick Cabello Hansel Jan Gillespie Dee Henry Williams Shirley Heyer Jacy Hildreth Julie Ingebretsen Soren Jensen Dallas Johnson Mary Ellen Kaluza Pat Kaluza Betty Kinsey Joyce Krook Jeenee Lee Mary Mahoney Siama Matauzungidi Jana Metge Jonathan Miller Amy Miller Peter Molenaar Dave Moore Mary Regina Moore Donna Neste Ruth Olkon Leon Oman Lois Parker Brad Pass Carol Pass Carl Peterson Winton Pitcoff Gera Pobuda Connie Pray Catherine Pususta Jason Rodney Claudia Slovacek Sandy Spieler Dotty Stewart Cathy Strobel Mathew Swora Jane Thomson Carol Vara Dee Dee Vara Pat Welna Virgil Welna Paula Williamson Edgar Young Alley [...]
Alley Writers and Artists of Monthly (3-12*) Contributions 2011
Robert Albee Britney Algeo Janice Barbee* Patrick Cabello Hansel* Linnea Hathaway Shirley Heyer Sue Hunter Weir* Raymond Jackson Dallas Johnson Howard McQuitter* Tim McCall Peter Molenaar* Dave Moore* Chris Oien Brad Pass Carol Pass Sami Pfeffer Angela Schneider Carstens Smith Tim Springer Jim Stewart Erin Thomasson* Jane Thomson Crystal Trautnau*
Searching ”“ A Serial Novelle Chapter 34: Everywhere you are is where you”'re supposed to be
By Patrick Cabello Hansel There is something about coming in from the cold that warms the heart along with the rest of the body. Angel and Luz had literally come in from a long, cold search; as they woke on that clear, bright December morning, their hearts knew””ahead of their brains””that they had come in out of the cold of fear and hatred, and were new immigrants in the country of hope. The morning sun caressed the stained glass above their heads, and cast deep rays of color upon the baptismal font. They had not noticed last night that they were resting in the shadow of that marble and wood river. They had not noticed that the picture that was causing such a riot of color was of Jesus welcoming the children. Luz got up first, and rubbed her eyes. “Angel””did we sleep here all night?” she asked. “It seems so,” he said. “Although I think we”'ve learned that nothing is ever as it seems.” “Oh, my [...]
