Category Archives: Fiction

That’s my favorite Sesame Street book. In this I am not alone. According to wikipedia it’s the best-selling Sesame Street title of all time. It’s a super script for Grover and I love reading it aloud. Dramatically. Histrionically. My kids … Continue reading →

The geography is unfriendly. The small island is surrounded by rocky shoals, with a persistent surf pounding against the shore. It rises to a steep peak in the center, forbidding to climb and hazardous to mount. Surfaces at the top … Continue reading →

I watched Compass while I drank coffee. She was patrolling the yard but I wasn’t interested in that; I was looking for signs of intestinal issues. That’s a euphemism. She was a healthy retriever mix when we adopted her at … Continue reading →

This is a work of fiction. Really. I’ve heard the assertion that all writing is autobiographical, but that’s bullshit. Of course it’s biographical – what else could we be writing about except life? – but it ain’t necessarily auto. At … Continue reading →

I try to observe all holidays. Religious, national, even commercial. I hear folks disparage Valentine’s Day, or Mother’s Day, as being promoted by retailers, but I don’t care. I think it’s nice, to take a May Sunday and make it … Continue reading →

Dana was cleaning up after her little dinner party. The cousins had already left, but Laura remained to help. Her husband was away on business and she had agreed to spend the night. It had been years since the sisters … Continue reading →

Bill feels normal. Bill feels sad. Bill doesn’t usually pay much attention to what he feels, but he’s full of himself tonight. Like a high school senior, he is cruising his girlfriend’s neighborhood. Except Linda’s not his girlfriend any more. … Continue reading →

Charlie hasn’t cried since he was 12 years old. His tear ducts worked perfectly when he was a baby and a child, but junior high harassment put a stop to that. Or maybe something else. He doesn’t know and doesn’t … Continue reading →