Category Archives: Fiction

“Rodents and roaches and flies: oh my! Rodents and roaches and flies …” “Don’t even joke about it,” Jake growled. “It’s not funny. No one needs to hear.” He stood at the counter whisking olive oil into balsamic vinegar and … Continue reading →

I was a mature eight-year old then. I was aware of time’s passage and even had my own version of calendar; to me we had passed through the seasons of fireflies and of hurricanes, and were moving through crunchy fallen … Continue reading →

I never got the charm and I can’t remember who did. I never served a cake myself with a charm in it. But I was always pleased with the idea. Charmed, even. Like the concept of a cucumber stuffed with … Continue reading →

The first thing I noticed about Siesel was her dog. Gretel was still a puppy when we all moved in, but even at six months a St. Bernard is hard to ignore. And she was a perfect example of her … Continue reading →

Kevin got away as soon as he finished high school. He went to college in another state, married there, and began to live quite carelessly with his young bride. They partied hard. They traveled thoughtlessly. Tracy was a little obsessive … Continue reading →

Abby’s brother and father seemed to enjoy the camping trips. She and her mother didn’t. For her mom it was just too much work. She was always in charge of meals and cleaning, but when confronted with the narrowness of … Continue reading →

The biggest misconception Abby held, growing up, was that adults had the answers. The most erroneous lesson she learned was that her parents knew how to live. There were sufficient reasons for her mistakes. “Mother knows best.” “Because I said … Continue reading →

Marty marveled at Jane’s ability to be, as Jane herself coined the word: complainatory. She put her feet on the floor and stepped the heating pad switch through its temperature settings to off. “You ready to walk?” Jane smiled and … Continue reading →

Jane was not beautiful. Marty had been, and was still quite attractive, and Marty was a fair judge of beauty; she didn’t delude herself about Jane’s looks. To her Jane was lovely but she’d never be a head-turner. She was … Continue reading →

If Marty were as resilient as she says, she would have bounced off the brick. If she were as coordinated as she wants, she wouldn’t have lost her footing. If she were as responsible as she thinks, the path wouldn’t … Continue reading →