Suprise Me

Between tick and tock ... make each minute count. Read More

This morning (March 23) I awoke to a wisp; it was there, just out beyond my reach, on the outer limits of my brain. I want to write it down before I forget it. Dreams rarely make sense, but they can give some insight into what’s on my mind. In this one, I was going… Read More

Freshman year spring term.  As Dickens opened A Tale of Two Cities, the best of times and the worst of times.  The best because academic diligence took a holiday and I rather enjoyed myself.  The worst because, well, academic diligence took a holiday.  Another Harvard “Hum” course, this one Hum 75, German culture.  All readings… Read More

On the central question of this prompt: Can I separate the art from the artist? I guess my answer is "sometimes." Read More

Aristotle? Bible? “Ideal man”? Mit-what-zah? Sounds like a fancy way of saying “make your own bed” to me. But apparently, doing stuff for other people is supposed to be some grand declaration of inner beauty. Let’s be honest, though, favors are a minefield. A social tightrope where good intentions trip over awkward silences and unspoken… Read More

Hi, fellow ‘spectors, I’m working my way through the backlog after a 4-5 week down time (long story…and I am not sure what it was about). The only thing I have apropos to this prompt is: https://www.myretrospect.com/stories/veni-vidi-ego-erravi-male/ Read More

Mother’s Little Helper After a trouble-free pregnancy,  and a complication-free C-section, I gave birth to a healthy baby boy.   We hired a wonderful baby nurse to show us the ropes,  we had loving  grandparents living nearby,  and I was on maternity leave from a job I loved that would wait for me when I… Read More

Usually I write the story first and then look for a song for the title. This time I picked the song first. It is the third week in January, the week between Martin Luther King’s birthday and the ending of the Obama Administration. I feel like it is the last week before our country descends into… Read More

Judy’s Last Gift  It’s not hyperbole to say my friend Judy was the most thoughtful and giving person I’ve ever known.  Rather than randomly kind,  Judy was always kind. I met her a few months after I started dating my husband Danny.   He and I had driven from New York to Boston to spend New… Read More

My head snapped back and hit the wooden booth. Read More