Bet (100 words) “Do it,” was the last thing my grandmother ever said to me. 24 hours later, she was dead; slipped away in her sleep, joining my grandfather in whichever version of heaven they believed in. She was so funny: how she could always tell when I was hesitating, when something was taking too…

500 words I didn’t show up expecting much. I decided last minute to ride my bike all the way from Waialua to watch the Eddie. I’ve gone almost every time it’s run. I was 16 at the first contest in 1985. I thought for sure I’d be invited to compete by now, but you might…

Signposts  (100 words) Our writing prompt was an odd one.  “What does it mean to be a good ancestor?”  Most of my classmates described notable and/or beloved members of their family trees.  My mind went a different way.  A good ancestor leaves a footprint for future children.  It may be the image of a hand…