As Andres lay in the hospital, Agatha left to see the cousins. They were so warm when they had arrived. Andres’ temper and fastidiousness had worn them down. Now, their smiles reflected only a fraction of the kindness they had…
View writingFall, New York City, 1982 “Evie, we need to do something tonight you may not like, and I hope you’ll say it’s okay.” I thought maybe Paul wanted to try a new restaurant. Maybe go out with his theater office…
View writingThere is a realization I’ve had the good fortune to come to as I’ve aged: I am my own source of peace, creativity and delight. This discovery blossomed for me about 14 years ago, when I had a brief brush…
View writingZooming in on my blue dot, centered in the map heading true north. For me, a final direction. "Follow the blue line, see?" I used to instruct my ex, trying to drive us somewhere, not the best at navigation. "Do…
View writingpeople died, and yet they sat and drank wine, and laughed, and waited until the reeper entered the doorway.
View writing“Their bodies must be prepared,” was Sarah’s only thought. She left Herr Finkham’s shop and hurried to the Old Synagogue Bremerhaven to talk to the rabbi. The devastation grew worse the closer to the synagogue she traveled. It was not…
View writingTime is all we have that is truly ours. Yes, we share the space of time with infinite others who seem to crowd us, jostle us, push us, shove us, force us into shapes we hate, , but the stuff…
View writing"Time is ours to do with as we wish." This is what Alan read on a passing T-shirt one day, as he walked to get his morning brew from the Starbucks down the block, a Starbucks where he intended to…
View writingAn Insane Devotion Mutti and Herr Finkham stooped low in the back room of Herr Finkham’s shop. The roar of broken glass was deafening. Shouts of Juden filled the street. Smoke wafted into the shop. Mutti whispered, “Are they burning…
View writingIn one particular way, we are all insane, no matter age, race, creed, or economic status. We love to become devoted. We become insane in that passionate process. We need to….we crave it…..we create entire civilizations around our need to…
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