Intern for the Gateway Journalism Review in Fall 2019

St. Louis Gateway Arch

Build your portfolio as a remote intern with the Gateway Journalism Review. (Photo courtesy Canva)

Do you need an internship this fall? The Gateway Journalism Review wants you! With only five hours per week, you will receive close mentoring, editing and help with story development. Best of all, you don’t have to relocate to St. Louis or work in a traditional newsroom to do it! Read more of this post

Remember the Magic and Power of Letters

Letters

Letter writing doesn’t have to be a lost art. (Photo by Canva)

When is the last time you received a letter? I’m not talking about an email or a text, or even a blog post like this one. I’m talking about the old-fashioned kind where someone took the time to put pen to paper to send you their thoughts and reflections, then put it in an envelope, slapped a stamp on it and sent it through the good old US Postal Service. Read more of this post

There Comes A Time – Part Seven [FICTION]

Homemade baby food

As Deb teaches new mothers how to make homemade baby food, does she have something else up her sleeve? (Photo by thedabblist, Flickr)

Deb stood behind the cafe counter inside Little Things, pulsing boiled apricots in a blender as she taught a dozen new mothers how to make homemade baby food. “Now slowly add the apple juice and puree,” she said. “You want the apricots to have a smooth, thin texture. If it is too thin, you can always blend in a few Cheerios to thicken it up.” Read more of this post

There Comes A Time – Part Six [FICTION]

Police

Detective Evan Pappas doesn’t give up easily. (Photo by Ian Freimuth, Flickr)

Detective Evan Pappas stood in Chief Arnold Braley’s office glaring down at his boss in annoyance. As usual, his superior sat back in his desk chair and watched him, unmoved. Everyone joked that Chief looked like a bulldog, with his droopy eyes and thick cheeks. They just never said that to his face if they knew what was good for them. “I hear what you’re saying, Pappas. I really do. But you’re not the one the commissioner calls in the middle of the night when his ulcer flares up because he’s worrying about the budget. Without any viable leads to go on, I simply can’t make a case for continuance. We simply have to let this one go.”   Read more of this post

There Comes A Time – Part Five [FICTION]

Fitness classes

Carla and Daphne meet again in the gym. (Photo by Nottingham Trent University, Flickr)

Carla had barely raised her blood pressure as she exercised halfheartedly on the elliptical machine and stared out the window. Cold Case. She just couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that the police were giving up. To her, the case was anything but cold. But then, they weren’t the ones who felt as though everything inside them had shriveled up and died, were they? Even though she had told Evan she understood his quandary and had halfway expected it to happen at some point, the truth was that she couldn’t help but feel somewhat betrayed by the men and women who had promised her that they would solve the case. City budgets only went so far, she rationalized, so it made sense that after a time they would have to use their resources to pursue cases with leads. Still, the change in status stung. She was just grateful Evan was on her side and had promised not to forget, to keep digging. He was one of the good guys, and she was grateful their paths had crossed.  Read more of this post