July 1, 2019

     As he reached for the phone on the bedside table at 3:30 in the morning, Garth had little doubt it was his brother calling.

     “Garth, he’s gone.” Henry sounded exhausted.

     Garth and Henry’s father suffered six weeks on a ventilator, an exp...

May 1, 2019

     Tim wiggled more firmly into the chair.  It was his. Finally! Tomorrow he would bring his things in and truly make it his own.  Then he’d start doing the job he’d always known he could, given the chance.

     “Tim, you got a minute?”

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April 19, 2019

     Enriquetta Maria Conchita Gonzalvez hated her name and insisted on introducing herself as "Riki" to everyone she met, whether in the  Facultad des  Bellas Artes or in the club los cao gatos in the Triana district o...

February 28, 2019

     I’m often surprised with what I see when I walk past the half a dozen or so rows of first class seating into the more narrow communal clutter of economy flying. I’m surprised by the lack of recognizable faces. I always expect to see a movie star or a pro athlete,...

February 28, 2019

     The Classical world was making a comeback. Funny thing was, it was the Persians who started it all. History described battles where Western civilization and baubles like freedom and liberty hanged in the balance. Everything worth living for would be kept intact by...

February 28, 2019

   The building was so close to the Dotonburi Canal, that from the top floor we could look almost straight down on the foot traffic on the Ebisu Bridge. Hundreds of people hurried in both directions on the eve of the three-day New Year’s national holiday. The...

October 31, 2018


 

This sign appears at Fort Pulaski in Savannah, Georgia:

THE WAVING GIRL

For 44 years, Florence Martus (1868-1943) lived on nearby Elba Island with her brother, the lighthouse keeper, and no ship arrived for Savannah or departed from 1887 to 1931 without her waving a ha...

September 1, 2018

CASABLANCA    

                             

     The smell of hot sand and the fuchsia. Around the corner from the airfi...

June 30, 2018

    The sun had already begun sagging in earnest by the time Alan Bornstein blooped their last tennis ball, the newish one still shedding a bit of soft gray fuzz, over the chain link fence.   

    “Bye-bye,” he sang out, waving at the ball’s dow...

May 1, 2018

Sister Maria Veronica was my seventh-grade teacher. She was tall and young, with a pretty face and wonderful, plump breasts neatly tucked away under her black habit. Her brown eyes were filled with life and set under brows so thick they almost touched each other. Every...

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