November 1, 2019

     That November was a doozy.  Ice, snow, cold.  Dad was on the road non-stop, zig-zagging across the south, studying golf courses.  He was head greenskeeper at our local course and he was taking the winter to learn what he could from southern courses open year-round...

November 1, 2019

     We hired the cleaning girl on Monday. By Thursday we wanted to fire her. She hadn’t stolen anything. But we just didn’t want her around anymore.

     I have to explain some things first. We are very successful people. We are considered to be pioneers in o...

November 1, 2019




 

     “Where are you sitting today?” Kathy asked her son. She already knew the answer though; the discussion was had before the tutor arrived. But instead of responding on cue, the son continued picking at his braces with his fingers. She motioned toward the long co...

November 1, 2019





     Tonight, I have the perfect venue to show off a new drop-dead gorgeous me – my sister-in-law’s brother’s wedding party. The happy couple got married at Brooklyn Borough Hall three months ago before she was showing and the family is throwing a big bash to celeb...

November 1, 2019

     “Right then,” Father announced at breakfast about a week after mother and I returned with the new baby. “The hay’s ready to bring in and the forecast is good so no shilly shallying and dawdling about the jobs this morning. The men will be here soon to bale and we’...

November 1, 2019

    Young William sat on the lowest concrete step going up to his house. He had a corroded iron rod in his hands, and just then was scrawling shapes in the loose red clay at his feet. The far-Northern California sun beat mercilessly on his shaved head. At nine years ol...

August 29, 2019

    Balthuzar al-Muhammed tried to lock with the icy blue eyes of the interrogator. But the man, who had never introduced himself, looked just past Balthuzar’s head while asking questions in a monotone drawl. With his finger, Balthuzar rubbed his thin mustache. He was...

August 29, 2019

     “Just saw a UFO,” I told her. I lay in bed with my cell phone pressed to my ear, my eyes full of dazzle, brain running its pragmatic subroutines to make sense of it all.  I wanted to believe but didn’t have the knack. With this, as so many other things, I put my f...

August 29, 2019

     The pickup was loaded with furniture which he planned to sell in town.  He drove slowly down the highway so the canvas tarp wouldn’t blow. There had been some rain that afternoon and he knew the old dealer would pay less if the furniture was wet or in any way dama...

August 29, 2019

       “To look at the river now,” I said.

       “Makes me forget it was a dry river bottom…. We used to run circles in.”

       Brett and I stood on the rusted-over Union Pacific truss overlooking the Ventura River, now flooded from El Niñ...

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