Category Archives: Fiction

I think I’m getting into this now. I just reread yesterday’s entry, and it made me want to continue writing. Old English majors don’t die? It’s Friday. I’m naming this journal “twig,” because it’s a little log. I’m locking it … Continue reading →

I went after my first vehicle when I was 22 years old. I was just starting to work in the City then, for the model shop of a big engineering company. I spent my time building Plexiglas miniatures of power … Continue reading →

We drove home with unopened champagne and leftover snacks. I took a bag of chocolate raisins but otherwise managed to leave the junk in the car. Corky and I resettled rather happily in our house. Until the next day. I … Continue reading →

So Beth must have refused half a dozen of Sam’s travel ideas before the Mendocino plan. Suddenly she agreed. Sam arranged for two rooms at a dog-friendly inn and a vehicle big enough for the six of us, and we … Continue reading →

My weak spot, apparently, is an Achilles tendon. Not that my mother was a demi-goddess, except perhaps in her mind and my father’s (at least at first). Not that I was ever dipped. I’m Jewish. Jewish babies are not dipped. … Continue reading →

“You may be right,” Paula said. She took a few paces in silence and added, “When you think about everything a person has to learn from birth to adulthood, it’s a miracle if the kid has any good days at … Continue reading →

Peg was not hurt, but she’s a complainer. For the rest of the morning hike we had to hear about the chances of delayed symptoms of injury. And although it’s true that after that event, Peg didn’t walk the long … Continue reading →

“Once upon a time a child was born. Me. Upon a 1950 time. In New York City. “I was one of thousands of children born that day. One of hundreds in New York. One of dozens in that hospital. One … Continue reading →

“It’s worked for me.” She startled at my voice. “Working I mean. The first half year I was married to Matt I didn’t have a job. Took to staying home and indulging in unhealthy habits. It got to where I … Continue reading →

She said, “People ought to be careful what they call their kids. I’m just now starting to learn how damaged I was by my nickname.” (Joy. She’s called Joy.) “I kept trying to live up to it. Always had to … Continue reading →