Suprise Me

It was a fall afternoon when Ron and his friend appeared with the acid and what the hell, we had nothing better to do. Read More

OK, I admit it. I’m not competent at assembly projects, although I do live with one gigantic IKEA wardrobe that I managed to put together by dint of much time, sweat, and profanity.  I am repurposing for “Retrospect” this poem that I wrote a number of years ago. WRITER’S WORKSHOP (Deer Isle, Maine) The view… Read More

For my mama on her 67th Birthday My Mama taught me When I was 5 weeks old, my father was killed in a car accident, my mama tried not to be sad when she nursed me, so I would not be sad, my mama taught me: Today is the day- to laugh, to learn, to… Read More

I guess girls are supposed to have hair. I was born bald so my brother, five years my elder, called me “Boop-dy Boy”. He was confused. Eventually I grew hair, nice, shiny, straight, almost black hair. I always wanted to grow it long. My mother, for some reason which she never shared with me, wouldn’t… Read More

I felt uncomfortable packing the book and uncomfortable leaving it behind. Read More

My church youth group pressed into Pam like clowns into a VW bug. Read More

My uncle was an old-school, small-town newspaperman.  Read More

Going home can produce dramatic results, but probably not the ones you were expecting. Read More

Random thoughts on why I’m a procrastinator. Read More

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