Staring Into Space

By Roberta Curley   We boogied on my Dad’s porch. I whooped out karaoke to Chuck Berry’s “Sweet Little Sixteen.” My boyfriend Guy preferred crooning […]

Readers’ Clicks

WestView reader Donna Kitch recently captured the whimsy of this ice-cold season: Continue sending us your clicks and captions to and include your name […]

Seeing Red

By Keith Michael Red door. Red brick. Red fire escape. Red chimney. Red stop sign. Red ‘No Standing Anytime’ sign. Red traffic light. Red scarf. […]