Suprise Me

This ole house is afraid of thunder This ole house is afraid of storms This ole house just groans and trembles When the night wind flings its arms Lightning (and thunder) figure in two of my earliest memories — one that formed the foundation of my respect for the tough nature of my grandmother; the… Read More

Oh joy! Oh f#ck! Oh crap! Sorry. Read More

It took me a while to post about her. Because sometimes when you love someone with such a power, you are doing in silence, without sharing. The most beautiful things in life don’t have a price. We can’t buy them. We can’t see them. It is more an ability to embrace a feeling from the… Read More

I don’t believe either of us campaigned on any issues, stands, or ideas. I do remember some of my slogans. Read More

Where to begin? MyRetrospect.com has been a huge part of my life since the autumn of 2015. Patti and John Zussman, dear friends since high school, began discussing their idea with me for a baby-boomer community of writers who would share their memories and thoughts  by writing stories to prompts provided by the Zussmans. They… Read More

“I’m fine. Don’t tell your mother; she worries too much. That’s why, you know.” And I didn’t tell. What ten-year-old would squeal on his favorite uncle? Read More

I hate November and I hate low-sodium lentil soup. And I wanted a goddamn drink. Is that so awful? Read More

In the last eighteen months, there have been so many tragedies that I couldn't even say which was the worst. Read More

  I was watching the tiny rain drops sprinkle the surface of the water on the swimming pool this afternoon and all of a sudden I was whisked away to a day when I was 12 years old standing alone in some green rubber rain gear by a small lake my father built for me.… Read More

It was just supposed to be with friends, not with a girl I didn’t even know. Read More