“With just three days more I’d have just about learned the entire score to Aida.” This song has always touched me deeply. There are a lot of theories about the meanings and intent behind it, though supposedly in a BBC…
She was different and that always attracted me. Compared to the other conservative, mostly cute girls at this small midwestern university, she was more aloof, dressed in a more sophisticated way, and carried herself with a sort of slow moving…
Rick thought his presentation was right on the mark. So did every executive in the room save one: Daphne. He was warned about her, and sure enough she had continually interrupted him, diving into the most minute details. In short,…
She’d been going through the box that had come in the mail from his unit. It had taken several weeks and by this time she was numb to the idea that their only son, indeed their only child was gone.…
A wooden duck. A tin man paddling a canoe. Photographs, a clock, a plate from China, a train set. They all mean something. They’re more than just material stuff. When I look at these things synapses fire, memories flood. So…
Randy was getting used to seeing her on the bus every morning. She’d get on at Belleaire Turnpike and get off at Westchester Blvd., which was the stop right before his. Sometimes he would see her on the return trip…
He still hadn’t gotten over losing Polly. The heart-wrenching loss was amplified by guilt. He had been driving her car when the drunk driver turned into them. It should have been him they buried. Every night after work was the…
“Oh no!” He wanted to kick himself. He had just taken some bags of ice and some charcoal briquettes out of the cart and loaded them into the back of his truck. He’d been careless though and the wind had…
There’s a lot of talk on Mother’s Day about all the things our mothers did for us. But what you don’t hear a lot about is what our Mother’s didn’t do. Something you may know, some of them you may…
I am thinking about the play “Our Town”, by Thornton Wilder. I am thinking about the play, because I just listened to an audiobook narrated by Meryl Streep. And just for an aside, how the hell does an author get…