Cyndi GacostainBlue InsightsA Peanut Butter SconeThe café has one peanut butter scone Left on the plate, my spirit jumps I better get it. “I’ll take that one,” I tell The cashier and…Aug 22, 2022Aug 22, 2022
Cyndi GacostainBlue InsightsThe face of a young woman in pinkIt’s painted on the portrait with velvet-like finish: The face of a young woman in pink.Aug 5, 20221Aug 5, 20221
Cyndi GacostainBlue InsightsIn the summerIn the summer, when the wind blows, glass chimes sing and dead pigs on hooks swing side to side the stench attracts the hungry boys with…Jul 13, 2022Jul 13, 2022
Cyndi GacostainBlue InsightsOld MemoriesMemories fill the space between wake and sleep, tenderly stroking our sunburnt faces, and we press our cheeks against the sandy beach…Jul 8, 2022Jul 8, 2022
Cyndi GacostainBlue InsightsPeggy Roadi. Down on Peggy Road are rows of neat little homes. All identical with their manicured lawns, painted shutters, and shrubbery borders…Jun 16, 2022Jun 16, 2022
Cyndi GacostainBlue InsightsA Day with FrancesAccording to Frances, at 95 years old, there’s one hour In one minute, one day in one hour, one year in one eternity. She lives alone, and…Jun 5, 20222Jun 5, 20222
Cyndi GacostaGrowing up, I dreamt of becoming a writer.Growing up, I dreamt of becoming a writer. I was in first grade when I wrote my first short story. I vaguely remember the plot, though I…Feb 7, 20222Feb 7, 20222