Suprise Me

Good Neighbors – for David K  Writing once about the passage of time, I urged you to seize the day.   (See Time and the Taxi Man) I thought of those words recently at the funeral of our neighbor David K who had died suddenly the week before.  For decades my husband Danny and I… Read More

Although this story was originally written for the prompt Changing Times,  it is a Floods story too. The first of my Boston friends to visit me after I left to enroll in a Ph,D.program in the Midwest was Jack. We had become buddies through our participation in a Men’s Group that lasted about five years. By… Read More

If not for Retrospect, I would probably not be writing at all. Read More

I don’t remember ever feeling cold when I played outside on snowy days as a child. I know my kids and grandkids could enjoy it for hours. Even my granddogs loved a snowy day. Read More

Years ago, while visiting my sister, one Sunday I went to church with her and her family. I remember the pastor delivering his thoughts about how many times in our lives we are faced with choices. Choices which cause us to make decisions as to what path in life we might choose to take and… Read More

Nearly every winter, it seems, my wife and I engage in a friendly feud about how many pets are enough. Read More

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We looked for two years. Did we want in-town, or in Katama, closer to the beach? Finally, we bid on and had an accepted offer on a house on Main Street across from the Old Whaling Church; a small cape, but we knew our architect, Patrick, with whom we’d worked since our first Back Bay… Read More

The UFW had some simple housing available in a local apartment building in Calexico, where I had stayed the first time.  It was pretty bleak, and soon one of my union contacts offered that I could stay at his place on the other side of the border, in Mexicali. Read More

I glance up from the piano and listen to his James Taylor-inspired voice sing the lyric we have crafted and feel dizzy with love, maybe for him, maybe for me, maybe for art. We do not have a romance, but this must count for something. Read More