Suprise Me

A story begins in Atascadero , CA Pouring over maps of the Mexican coastline a thought came to me, hell’s bell’s Stef , we’ve been born and raised here let’s go the other direction. Eastern Coastline, what do you think? Being the sport (babe) of all time she said, Where? Fishing has been a tall order… Read More

Your mother is wonderful Read More

Duck and cover seemed the height of folly, and I'd never felt immortal. Read More

“You will always be friends” the counselor told us.  We were too entwined and besides, she had seen it repeatedly in the women’s community, a fluidity of friends and lovers staying connected despite everything.  I said nothing but promised myself, “Oh no, we won’t”. Read More

To come out was to announce to the world that one was a mentally ill outlaw. No wonder this was challenging to my parents. Read More

Magazines for the Principal I had a long and happy career as a school librarian,  the last years spent at Jane Addams,  a small vocational high school in the south Bronx.  The neighborhood was poor and rather sketchy,  and the students,  burdened with lives lived in those mean streets,  were sometimes difficult.  But our dedicated… Read More

With minor modifications, this story was originally written for the prompt Snow, in 2017, but it will be new for most of the current readers. ———————————————————————————————————————————– The weather report called for snow, but none had come yet, so we all went to work; no call for alarm. It started snowing around noon on Monday. I… Read More

Understand that my Mom loved all animals, and was absolute death on animal cruelty of any kind. Read More

im under 10 living in Miami.  visiting younger cousins who live in central Maine.  I have never ridden a bike. despite their ages, they consistently make me take risks as hey laugh their stupid heads off!! I’m at the top of a smallish hill.  im on a bike headed down.  they hold onto the bike… Read More

Sometimes it’s not who you are, it’s who you know… I grew up in rural Western Pennsylvania, Beaver County.  My mother worked at the Beaver County Courthouse, she was a clerk in the tax office where all taxes, including motor vehicle, were collected. One sunny afternoon just after my junior year in college, I heard… Read More