Suprise Me

One hot summer, I built a Mount and Brungs Proportional Diluter. Read More

Days later, I discovered a note and her card, tucked farther back in the book I'd been reading. Read More

Death? Perhaps I’ve seen plenty of death, although we can never get enough. We’re not allowed to; the damned thing just keeps on comin’. And I doubt that we are morbid by nature; we simply have no control over the end of life beyond the magic and ministrations of good medicine from CAT scans to… Read More

Sometimes we don't realize the influence a parent has had in our life until later in that life. Read More

What does care mean when you can say goodbye? And when you cannot? Read More

WHERE I’M FROM inspired by a poem by George Ella Lyon I am from the old country: Belarus, Poland, running from the Cossacks The Lady with the Lamp: Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free I am from Far Rockaway, NY; St. Louis, Detroit I am from dill pickles,… Read More

It is fair to ask “why do I write”? I ponder that myself. I thought about this question for some time before beginning to write this particular prompt. I never wrote much before being approached by my childhood friends to be a beta tester for their new baby boomer website MyRetrospect. I wrote when an… Read More

Rock Concert When our son was 12 we took him to New Jersey’s Meadowlands Arena to his first rock concert – a stop on Bon Jovi’s  Slippery When Wet Tour. Later he told us Bon Jovi wasn’t really a cool band,  and going to a rock concert with your folks wasn’t cool at all.  … Read More

The first time I lied about my age, I was five years old. It was my parents’ idea. Our family was visiting the United Nations in New York – perhaps one of my older sisters was studying it in school – and to get in to the General Assembly gallery at that time you had… Read More

She'd wed seven crashin' bores before Read More