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A medical billing nightmare

Jan 20th, 2010 | By admin | Category: Featured Articles

“All we wanted to know was, “How much is it going to cost?”
Our second son was on the way and there was no stopping him. The calendar had just flipped to 2009 and we were going to have a baby in May, no matter what.”
For more, read: St. Francis Hospital: The real cost of having [...]



New fiction: Dog Days

Oct 11th, 2009 | By admin | Category: Featured Articles

August in Teardown, South Carolina is as hot as your mama’s underparts and it’s no damned time to be looking for a missing dog…
[To read more, click -> Dog Days by Brad Willis.]



The superpancho

Apr 25th, 2009 | By otis | Category: Featured Articles

Our lungs had not yet been fully coated with the smoke of 500 chain smoking, leather-faced Argentinian gamblers. The middle aged women looked like their makeovers came courtesy of Rawlings after the catchers mitts had been made for the year. The men all looked like aged Nazis, despite the fact they’d been born long after [...]



Grandpa was a gambler

Nov 15th, 2008 | By admin | Category: Featured Articles

Grandpa lived in a house that smelled like pipe smoke and old books. His wife, a one-eyed lady named Ruby, sat forever in the corner of the couch, reading and marking out the author’s dirty words.
I thought I knew a lot about the couple. I knew Grandpa had a Navy tattoo [...]



The Last Poker Game

Nov 15th, 2008 | By admin | Category: Featured Articles

Every word of this is true.
The parabolas north and south met in the middle over Greenville, South Carolina. One began over the northern states and drooped down across the Mason Dixon line. The other crept up from the Gulf of Mexico. Even with the television sound muted it was clear the weatherman [...]



Walking in Deauville

Nov 15th, 2008 | By admin | Category: Featured Articles

I smelled salt in the air and thought for a moment. Sure, the English Channel is made up of saltwater, but I never really thought of it like that. Waves crashed on the beach an eighth of a mile from where I stood and I found myself alone on the street. It [...]