Category Archives: Fiction

The first time I was born was 1950. That was a bigger deal for my parents than for me. Sure, I was starting my extra-uterine life then, but what did I know? Transitioning from hugged guppy to ’possum-without-a-pouch… My parents … Continue reading →

Amy, Nancy, and Jill liked the liquor store the best. It was at the end of the string of shops, the farthest from the grocery store, and it was unexceptional except for two things: candy and the contest. The grocery … Continue reading →

Amy was three. She watched her parents pack up and then they followed the moving van to their new home. They drove there in the big silver Chrysler, and Amy clamored to stand in her usual place, between her parents … Continue reading →

I walked down the hill to my place, where I intended to enjoy a half hour in my overstuffed armchair, with a heated herb-filled neck pillow around my nape, before the invasion of the wives. That’s how I thought of … Continue reading →

I take the train in the morning and the bus at night. I’d take the bus both ways, but I leave too late for the last AM express, and the local is a long run. I prefer the bus. It’s … Continue reading →

I’m indigenous to this continent, but I am not Native American. Unlike the wives, I pump the blood of neither Creek nor Sioux. I am a product of the distilled gene pool. I am a Jew. But I was born … Continue reading →

My old friend Glen. I can see him skinny at 13, playing Casino with me nightly across one of his twin beds, dealing to the playlist that rocked out of his new transistor radio. He was consumed then with curiosity … Continue reading →

If you don’t know where you’re going… …any road will get you there. Great line, huh? I heard it at a conference. I know who said it then but she attributed it to someone else, so I can’t take or … Continue reading →

I sent the letter. I still had almost an hour before Julia would get home. I could use it to sand the deck or walk Fletcher. Either way I’d be thinking. I parked the mouse in the middle of its … Continue reading →