A Time Remembered

I had hoped to send this story off to a magazine called The Spotlight but between my move to a wonderful, new and larger apartment and a joyous family gathering in downtown Vancouver I missed the deadline so I’m posting the essay in my website.  A Time Remembered – by Joei Carlton Hossack How unique we are as human beings that a word or a gesture of even a moment of quiet reflection will conjure up a memory from so long ago. We were not a religious family.  Dinner Friday nights were the same as any other night except that there was no school the next day and we could all run out in different directions when it was over. Although both my brothers had been Bar Mitzvahed we did not attend Friday night or Saturday morning services. Holiday...

How I lost 3 pounds in 30 years of dieting without going hungry – excerpt

There are few foods that I think are worth risking life and limb. For those who know me you know that seafood with a hard (crab legs, lobster, oysters, mussels, clams) or a soft (shrimp, scampi, soft-shelled crab) shell are the mouth-watering exception.  In a pinch I’ve been known to try and boil away a ton of Georgia mud to savor the unique flavor of a pound or two of crawdads.  That is how I ended up at the oyster festival in Fulton, Texas on a day not fit for dogs. The day started out as raw as the oysters that I planned on consuming by the plateful or bucketful or (hopefully) truckload. I left the Island RV Resort in Port Aransas, on Mustang Island, and spitting distance from Corpus Christi, assuming, of course, that one is a champion spitter, with a...