“Guerrilla Priest” is based on the memoirs my parents wrote of their experiences in the Philippines in World War II. At the beginning of World War II, Al Griffiths was priest-in-charge of St. Paul’s Mission in Balbalasang, Kalinga, the Episcopal Church’s most isolated mission. With the support of Chief Puyao, Griffiths helped organize the first guerrilla resistance to the Japanese in northern Luzon. When the Japanese threatened to execute him, Griffiths and his family spent a year and a half hiding in the forest, but were captured in March 1943 and interned in Camp Holmes, then at the Bilibid Prison in Manila. General MacArthur’s 37th Infantry liberated them in February 1945.
THE PHILOSOPHER AND THE CHICKADEE:
The philosopher scattered grains of wisdom
Abroad for his local birds.
The finch and the siskin ignored them,
But the chickadee thought, Why not?
The philosopher saw her later by the pond.
“I was infused with knowledge,” she said,
“About the world and beyond,
But I couldn’t fly.”
“Why did you do this to us? Why take dying and dead minds and force them on unwilling and random people?” Her voice did not raise, but the few physical items in the room began to shake, and the air took on a distinct smell of sulphur. “Why not just let us live normal lives? Why burden us with this?” Suddenly, the small chamber felt crowded as the rest of the twelve Pseudo-Reincarnated young men and woman appeared behind Cojiñí. So… she would need backup, perhaps?
Eighth-grader, Alec Ponders, is furious when a skinhead white power gang uses property damage, racist graffiti, and hate fliers to vandalize his hometown of West Valley, a multi-ethnic suburb of Los Angeles. They threaten his non-white and mixed-race friends, especially his Latina crush—the girl next door.
Chaos cluttered the streets of New York City back then, which in the 1960s was all about Burn, Baby, Burn, especially in the ghetto neighborhoods where buildings were being incinerated. The cops were pigs. Revolutionaries were stirring up trouble on the Lower East Side. Squatters moved in everywhere. Lots of heroin was going down. And the French Connection was strong. The city was a place where nobody gave a rat’s ass about anybody but themselves.
…So begins the story of “A Collection of Bummer Summers.”
Kathryn Carlson’s gift to her granddaughter, Myndi, for her college graduation is an all-expense-paid road trip for Myndi and her dog, Ginger. It is Grandma Kate’s wish that Myndi’s adventure include numerous historic places throughout the Western United States. The gift is a trip Myndi’s grandmother had always longed to take for herself. But a series of odd coincidences occur along the route that Grandma Kate helped Myndi plan—a journey that eventually leads Myndi to solve a secret that festered for a quarter of a century.
Deep within the majestic Eagle Cap Wilderness of Northeastern Oregon, a handful of vacationers assemble to unwind—in ways both beneficial and detrimental. Family secrets and behaviors forged by unfortunate experiences shed light on current motivations and personalities. Can traits change through the interplay of family and strangers?