Category Archives: Fiction

“There’s no doubt about it. Just look around you. Gay couples obviously make the best parents. They’re the ones adopting the older kids and the mixed race babies, and look how well they do.” “Come on – it can’t be … Continue reading →

“I’m sorry, but I just don’t like your laugh.” “What do you mean?” “I’ve tried to get over this, but it irritates me. It sounds phony.” “Phony? How can you say that?! If I were putting it on, don’t you … Continue reading →

Evie had to have surgery on the ankle. They put a pin in it and couldn’t promise a complete mend. As part of her hospital care they ran a bone density scan and she learned that she does have some … Continue reading →

After she told me about the molestation I realized that Evie dated Jessie’s weight gain from then. And maybe it was a classic case of using fat as sexual defense. But it might just have been self-medication and a way … Continue reading →

That was the day I learned about the molestation. I don’t know why Evie never told me about it when it happened, but we sat down with coffee right after Jessie stomped off and Evie started talking. A decade earlier … Continue reading →

The shock to me about Jessie, when I noticed her a year ago, was her size. She has thick mahogany hair and a creamy complexion, but all I saw was body. For a person who started out so small and … Continue reading →

“It was so ironic,” Evie declared as she gently clunked her cast onto the table top. “We’d had a perfect day of skiing, and there we were in the parking lot, about to load the car for the drive home, … Continue reading →

So she picks at him and today he hunches, but that matters no more than words. They don’t have time to prolong their hostilities this morning, but if they did they’d soon devolve into arguing about how they argue, she … Continue reading →

Keith is a somewhat silent man, and Marnie mistook that for strength. They met when they were young and he was frisky; she didn’t notice in all the excitement that he was boring. After they settled down Keith did what … Continue reading →

They’d bicker more if it weren’t for the marijuana. They cut their freshmen brains on it, together at Cal in 1968. They’d smoke dope and play pool or do newspaper puzzles, or watch TV. Star Trek was first-run then, and … Continue reading →