Lydia Boorstein Marshall Gold crossed her severely varicose -veined legs and bemoaned their paleness, especially as she saw them in contrast to the vivid white and lime green striped mini-dress she was wearing.

We had what was called the "myth of the quick nine." This was created by my ex-wife, Judy. John and I would leave for Lakeland Village Golf Course, which was about a twenty minute drive from our house. We would…

Sometimes I feel that these creative caffeine daily prompts follow my life around and send me just the right prompt for a particular time my life. All my riches do absolutely surround me, in every sense of that word "riches".....emotional…

I can see the edge of Caprinae in my mind. The tip of the jetty sticking out, reaching for my fingertips. Each stroke I take gets longer and longer, my tired arms reaching for land after having crossed the English…

The first time we talked was on the phone. You told me you were Jewish, then laughed, telling me without words that with a name like Kenji Yamamoto, you were most not. I suspected you were either Chinese American or…

“I am your future.” Who is this? A voice from the sky? I chuckle. I guffaw. “What future?” But then I tend to take things personally. The voice perhaps means the future of the world. Does every generation find that…

It's never enough, is it? The yearning started young when you started playing that game, Life. You added the pink person and the blue person to your little green car, and moved along the candycane route. f

I am your future. I am your past. How do you start a revolution without spending nights leery eyed, questioning "how could this be?" If you have a spark of an idea and haven't done your homework yet, is it…

all my riches surround me

She swerved up the hill with her dog in the back, annoyed and wanting to act in an enlightened manner, but she found that enlightenment came hard when dealing with neighbors. Like her terrier, she loved her tiny patch of…

It's easy to forget that I'm rich. But I was reminded by a close friend just yesterday, when I received her note. She said, "As you climb the healing mountain, may you see the beauty that surrounds you." Her timing…

Her wishes and memories teetered in a pile on the floor. Violet splayed out next to them as if she'd slipped from the collection. Her eyes closed. Hands on her chest. The news anchor's voice slid under the door creeping…