Author Archives: sputterpub

She thought about Dinah-2005. She tried to summon up an image of her. She glimpsed someone who had strands of still-dark hair around her face. A body ten pounds lighter than Dinah in 2015, housing a mind more unhappy with … Continue reading →

Mark dropped Dinah off after a full day. They worked in what had been their father’s office, so they spent almost as much time together as married folks. In fact, they’d been taken for a couple a number of times, … Continue reading →

Robert wasn’t attracted to me either. If it weren’t for the fact that he’d been in a relationship with a woman for twenty years and even married her when she was terminally ill (the poor woman managed to get the … Continue reading →

I met Meredith when I was thirty-four. Almost mid-span. I wasn’t viewing the number as significant but my mother was, and she and my dad decided to take their first-born on a trip before the thirty-fifth anniversary of their parenthood. … Continue reading →

So I was gratified when he asked me to the Winter Ball. And I felt like a bit of a celebrity with him. He knew the band, and I didn’t mind when he interrupted our dancing to help with their … Continue reading →

My other boy cousins were so into sex by then that they were tiresome. Most of them were around sixteen and having enough wet dreams that their libidos were a new topic between their mothers. I knew this because, being … Continue reading →

gravicembalo col piano e forte I am piano. I am a harp supine, encased in echo, felt, hammered. I am piano but I sound loud. Say me soft: piano. piano. pianissimo. Still it sounds louder than forte. I am the … Continue reading →

I guess, generally, I didn’t follow Mom’s advice. I’m much more likely to follow my daughter’s. She’s now at the parenting age, and I won’t be surprised if she starts in on the experience soon. My mother is alive and … Continue reading →