Suprise Me

When each of my first two kids was born, I stayed home for a year, and when I went back to the AG’s Office (part-time) they went to a daycare center. That seemed to work pretty well. But with the youngest, we thought it made sense to have someone come to our house, because she… Read More

Inspired by John Zussman's republishing his story from the 2017 prompt "Let's Put On a Show." Read More

Princess Summerfall Winterspring (Not exactly a “four seasons” story,  but I plead poetic license!) I’m sure generations younger than mine find it hard to believe many of us had no TV in our early years.  In fact my family was the last on our Bronx block to get one.  And so every weeknight at 5:30… Read More

Photo booths were great in the days when we didn't have cameras - black and white photo strips preserved our memories. Read More

As I prepared to clear out my office, the authorities began to inform me and the rest of my cohort that a dread disease was raging across the land, and that we were especially prone to catch it. Few of us believed it, but as you know, one plays along. Read More

Rainy Night on the Highway I confess I’m not the best of drivers and I’ve had my share of accidents,  and have also taken some blame when I wasn’t even behind the wheel.  (See Fender Bender,  and The Chain Letter and the Fender Bender) Back in the late 60s I was working in a public library… Read More

Winter Sun was unloading its guitars, the Fender keyboard, PA speakers, and microphones into my Andover Street garage. It was about 3 a.m. and we had just done a free gig to benefit the Dore Street Garage, a woman’s auto repair collective. This all happened in San Francisco when feminism’s second wave was rising strong,… Read More

in spite of the King's precautions, the princess, who is described as a free spirit, stumbles into...someone working at a spindle. The spindle draws a few drops of her blood... Read More

By halfway through the episodes, I found myself recalling a lot of the vocabulary from my French A class back in 1967-68. Read More

I’ve known families who would pile into the car every summer for a back and forth, like it was the greatest thing.  But that ain’t my gig.  It’s like once I ate a bad scallop, and no more scallops after that, wrapped in bacon or otherwise. Read More