Suprise Me

   W.P. Kinsella died last fall. For those who don’t know, wrote the book, “Shoeless Joe” upon which the movie, “Field of Dreams” was based. He also wrote, “The Iowa Baseball Confederacy” (along with a slew of other novels and sort stories). Both those books I read on recommendation from my father (who is gone… Read More

This prompt gave me the opportunity to write about my pediatrician, Dr.Elizabeth Torrey Andrews. In a weird coincidence, I googled her and discovered an obituary in the Reed College magazine, the college my younger son graduated from. Dr. Andrews was only a Reedie for one year (1923), then transferred to the University of Oregon, following… Read More

I don't know the name of the horse. Read More

The last time I was at the old deli, it was Christmas time.  My brother had wanted to go out to the bank to get some cash to put in cards for gifts.  Pre ATM days. He’d not been able to do any shopping and he wanted to have something to give to the kids. … Read More

I had been swallowed by the perfect madness of the wilderness. Read More

While at first I didn't relish the extra burden, the experience turned out to be a gift. Read More

After I married and moved to the Boston area, I stayed away from Detroit for a long while. Once I had children, the urge to share happy venues from my childhood lured me back. My father died suddenly when my second child was just eight months old, on January 3, 1990. We had the unveiling… Read More

I’m connected to you. Intimately. I don’t just stick my viral tongue down your throat and dive into the gooey mucus of your lungs. I don’t just rabble rouse such a riot among your antibodies that they rise up and blindly attack their host, your body. Your own rogue antibodies kill you. Go figure.  I… Read More

A switch clicked in my brain. I have no idea why. I looked at Gina and said “I need to do that.” Read More

Turn it on, wind it up, blow it out, GTO. Yeah, that was me. Read More