Suprise Me

My screen memory is actually about my baby brother and my wish that he would disappear. Read More

  Alright folks, here I am back to remind you that history isn’t always a dusty textbook. Sometimes, it’s a deranged sitcom with a laugh track that keeps getting stuck. Take 1963, for example. A year that went from “Ask not what your country can do for you” to “Hold my coca-cola while I watch… Read More

Veterans were synonymous with WWII when I was a child, the good war against the unimaginably evil Hitler but also the horror of the atom bomb.  I don’t think I was the only one who wished for “world peace” when I blew out birthday candles or participated in student United Nations. Read More

We set off en masse to a restaurant nearby called The Carnivore where we have cocktails, then nibble from platters of, so help me, wildebeest, zebra, ostrich, and a few other exotic meats. After dining it’s back to the hotel bar for nightcaps. Read More

A summer love affair with a flimsy VW camper-bus. Read More

All time is fluid in human experience. At times, the minutes, hours, years fly by. At other times, they drag down the road like zombies. In our search for logic and meaning we measure time — from the billions of years it takes for light to travel from a distant galaxy to the time it… Read More

I posted this story in response to the prompt, “Lightning.” But it’s really a story about the most brilliant pet ever. Homer: Semper amati, semper recordati, semper in cordibus nostris Read More

We have a large, one-story house with a basement under most of it. About 800 square feet is finished space. The rest is broken into a series of storage and utility rooms; lots of good space, including direct entry into the garage through the laundry room. When we purchased the house in December, 1986, the… Read More

Both Sides Now 1968 was a pivotal year for our nation,  and it was for me personally as well. That year Judy Collins recorded the Joni Mitchell song Both Sides Now,  and I listened to it over and over again.  In 1968  I was looking at love from both sides myself,  and in June I… Read More

Old Wives’ Tales I never put a hat on the bed. I hold my breathe when I pass a cemetery. When I see a nun in a habit,  I pull on my buttons. I never walk under open ladders. I bring the cup to the kettle,  never the kettle to the cup. I never open… Read More