Category Archives: Fiction

I smoked pot before I came to Cal, but I don’t think I really felt it until that fall evening in 1967. Afterward I shared a big fresh peach with Alan, and it tasted more wonderful than any peach I’d … Continue reading →

Tom has shaved off his beard. Corey remembers the last time he did that – traveling for work and needing to get into protective gear, he had to remove the whiskers for the headpiece to seal right. When he returned … Continue reading →

December is always a challenge for Corey. She was born two weeks after Christmas; as far back as she can remember, her birthday has been a time of party-fatigue, fresh inhibiting New Year’s resolutions, and gifts bought at post-holiday sales … Continue reading →

Annie wasn’t having any fun. Not that she’d use the word to describe time with the old Karen, but at least then they could walk, they could argue about business philosophy in the privacy of the street, and they could … Continue reading →

They hardly conversed in the car. The few sentences they exchanged concerned where to eat (Karen picked Liaison) and a place to park. As further evidence of divine caretaking they found a meterless space one short block from the bistro. … Continue reading →

Karen called Annie at 12:25 but she didn’t speak any words Annie could hear. The connection abruptly ended. Annie knew it was Karen from the caller ID. She pressed the green button on her landline, but all that came through … Continue reading →

Jane complained to her mother about her marriage. Martha counseled her to try to work it out with Alan. Jane began wearing better clothes and tried to be gracious. Alan didn’t notice but other men did. By the time Jane … Continue reading →

There’s a picture of Jane and Charlie at ages eighteen and fifteen. It was taken on a family vacation and they are in swimsuits on a dock by a lake. Their father is a blurred shadow in the background, which … Continue reading →