[Fiction] She goes through her day, this day like many others. She makes breakfast, lunch, not just for herself, but for her husband, who is also working at home. She cleans. She makes the bed. She starts the laundry. All…

Memory of a Torn Life In 1917, Woodrow Wilson was president of the United States. On April 6, 1917, he declared war on Germany. Unrestricted German submarine warfare, particularly the sinking of the Lusitania, led Wilson to war. But, it…

[Fiction] "The world is becoming a place I don't want to be," the cat said to the rat one day on the roof of a shiny silver car. "Why is that?" The rat couldn't fathom why a being at the…

Soooooooooo many writers with skills far surpassing mine have written angrily, eloquently, brilliantly, incisively, sometimes consolingly, even healing-ly, about the world of confusion, meanness, doubt and avaricious small-mindedness that Donald J. Trump has thrust upon us, that I feel anything…

On June 28, 1914, Franz Ferdinand, the heir of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, was assassinated in Sarajevo, the largest city in Bosnia and Herzegovina, annexed by the Austro-Hungarian Empire in 1908. After that, the dominoes fell, one by one. On July…

To get home, I drive past a lot of trashy looking places: a gas station with ridiculously high prices, an RV park, a trailer park, a bunch of hulking, windowless storage buildings. I park my car under a freeway exit,…

[Fiction] She wakes up one day, a day like any other. She doesn't remember what she dreamed. Her heart races, her skin tingles with a sensation she can hardly name--as if fear made an appearance, slept beside her, jiggled her…

My life was torn into little pieces when i was 16 years old, the year my daddy died of a sudden coronary occlusion. It's like a film clip torn into by a sharp knife, and the edges are ragged ,…

To wish for gold, a thing shining with warmth, the glint, its solidity and softness so valuable. Precious because of its rarity. I will make of anything I have breathed, drank, encountered and touched- only air, water, earth, and fire-…

"What are you committed to?" I don't remember the first time someone asked me this. I've fielded the question a few times. Far too serious a person to be considered a dilettante, I am hard to pin down nonetheless. At…

My Aunt Hannibelle - Hannibelle Goldberg - was not really my aunt, but rather one of those far-reaching cousins, married in an absolutely inexplicable way to yet another distant cousin, so that when push came to shove, it was just…