I spent the night with Marilyn Monroe on Christmas. Since I was in labor, I didn’t enjoy it much. The house held a panoply of
Read MoreMy father was in a Florida hospital drugged up to mask the pain of the cancer that marched through him like Sherman through Atlanta during
Read MoreThe first time I saw him, he took my breath away. He’d seemed so young. I knew that really, he couldn’t be more than five
Read MoreAs she sat at her desk, pondering the screen in front of her, the spreadsheet swam. Cecily knew she was distracted, not flummoxed. She could
Read MoreAfter an absence of what seemed an odd or maybe dreamy number of years an old college chum of my wife’s came circling back into
Read MoreAnnie Willis, an only child, lost her widowed mother, Rose, to pancreatic cancer. Along with the natural sadness and helplessness, Annie felt furious at
Read MoreMementoes and awards, framed photos and letters from devoted friends of local prominence and covers of journals where my stories found a home and, resting
Read More“Where is my number one?” called Jenny to her only child Jolene, as she unlocked the front door to the modest two-bedroom villa she rented.
Read MoreOne morning when I was feeding our birds in the coop, I noticed that two of our pigeons were moving as though drunk. “José, have
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