I dropped in the chair next to him, leaned my head back against the headrest. “You’re not looking too good, son.” “You’re not exactly looking your best either, old man.” “Yeah, but I’ve got stomach cancer. What’s your excuse?” “Maybe…

When there is harmful smoke in the wind, our lungs suffer........when germs fill our bodies, we get sick.... ....when we eat rotten food, we throw it up, vomiting as much as possible to rid ourselves of the toxic substances....when we…

to whom i write this. The one who I write it to is dead, so I have to send it to you through a star I look at right now. It is quiet on the terrece looking over the old…

Since I can remember remembering, I’ve sensed an audience following my every life moment…..don’t exactly know where that very experiential notion came from, but I swear it’s been a true thing all my life, though much less so as I…

To whom do I write? Who is my audience? Basically, my audience is myself. I write to, and for, myself. Sometimes I share a piece I've written with my partner Larry or with a good friend, and of course I…

It's no secret that I am blind in one eye and have been since birth, although we did not know until I was five years old. I've written many fiction and nonfiction stories about the little girl who was blind…

I came down to the water this afternoon to see if I could write. So far the prompts this week haven't spoken to me and I don't seem to have much to write about. Really, I don't seem to have…

(Note: I'm using these prompts to work on my novel in progress. This is the opening of one of the characters.) “Looks like they killed off one of those fish,” my dad said, easing himself into the chemo chair. “What…

We can't forgive the bounty of bad news from other parts of the world: Ukraine, Israel, Palestine, Lebanon, Iran...it feels incomprehensible, or maybe I don't want to work hard enough to understand beyond what I think I do. We can't…

Thank you, God, for giving us so much of Trump. I'm having a bit of melt-down in the past day or so...what feels like an honest-to-goodness panic attack turned psychotic break...around the mere topic, the existence of, the inescapable, unavoidable…

“You sure you want to eat that? She said to me as I was about to put a spoonful of mint chocolate ice cream in my mouth. “Has it gone bad?” I said as I peered into the half-eaten pint.…