Category Archives: Fiction

Lily and I caught up at lunch, so we discussed our now-big boys. But she has a daughter too, and Gen has provided her with three grandsons. Like my boys, Gen’s sons are technically Jewish (through their mother), culturally yiddische, … Continue reading →

I’ve had loss but it was more natural than this one. My parents are both dead, but they lived to their eighties. A few of my friends have died (climbing accidents, drug overdoses, AIDS) but those tragedies were decades ago … Continue reading →

I guess I’ve always been oriented toward females. I mean, I was a normal active boy, totally uninterested until puberty kicked in, but ever since then yes, I’ve wanted to be with a girl. Sure I’ve had a few fantasies … Continue reading →

By the end of that first morning, four individuals dropped out of the program. Two of them complained of back pain, and the others said the lecturing put them off. The rest of the group was fully involved in the … Continue reading →

For the next hour, they led the group in gentle exercise. Now she, then he, often both together, took the assembled class through systematic relaxation and muscle awareness, on to stretching and limbering movements, and finally to light calisthenics. They … Continue reading →

She brought her yogurt to the porch and watched the sunrise pink ahead of her. It was going to be too warm to work in the afternoon; she figured she’d go to the site soon. Then her husband appeared in … Continue reading →

That Thanksgiving she met Larry. She knew she wanted to give him her virginity as soon as they started dating; she was that grateful for his attention. She needn’t have been – anyone could have told her that she looked … Continue reading →

She started to diet. She bought calorie counters, exercise books, and magazines. She tried to fast but found it too punishing. She tried to exercise but it was boring and uncomfortable. She loved starting diets, because it was easy to … Continue reading →

For 94% of her life, Sheila has been fat. She started out extremely small but she caught up and passed the growth chart averages by the time she crawled. Hers was a premature birth, in 1975. She surprised everyone by … Continue reading →

My father is a reactionary man. I don’t mean that politically – he’s quite unpolitical really, except that he’s obnoxiously cynical. I mean Dad is always expending his energy reacting to something; he never initiates a process or steps back … Continue reading →