Let's just start writing and see where this goes. I went to strength training this morning and feel pretty good in my body right now. We'll see how tonight's swim feels. I have a feeling my arms will either be…

The couch wasn’t working. The couch was so heavy and it just wasn’t working. I didn’t understand why. It was delicate, French-ish, the color of wheat and the fabric a washed linen. Restoration Hardware made it, I bought it, I…

(Editorial comment: I think Janis got all these phrases from the same poem or essay.) Okay, so, in order to write something, I will write biographically. I cannot invent a story around that prompt. The sad sounds I must have…

Today, my younger son Jeremy turned 40 years old. How did this happen? I still remember him as the toddler and kid with the curly blonde hair who ran as fast as greased lightning, so I'd keep him strapped into…

This is your future. You will become an old woman, older than you are right now at 73, if you're lucky. Your hair will get more gray and your skin will continue to wrinkle. Your body will get saggier in…

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. She’d promised herself

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 in my life. All my riches do absolutely surround me, in every sense of that word…

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