I’m not sure what my parents thought of my friends, but I did enjoy theirs and liked doing things with them. Dinner parties offered great opportunities for fascinating stories. I had no time to become bored, nor did I ever want to retreat from the adults. When their talk sounded like a foreign language, I… Continue Reading
Musical Muscle Memory
Ker-thump! Ker-thump! The same sound repeated over and over again with short breaks between percussions. The thump was loud enough to send a tremor through the floor. It reached out under the closed door to the music room, where Emily sat in the hall propped up with her legs sticking straight out in front of… Continue Reading
Hurricane Ginger
She always surprised. That first day I met her, she came up to me in the classroom, stood in front of me and said, “My name is Ginger.” I remember staring at her and mumbling, “It can’t be.” I thought ‘Ginger’ was what people named their cats, not their children. She was certainly new in… Continue Reading
Bring Up The Numbers
“In my office at 2,” he said, pointing a finger at her. “You too, Richard,” he nodded at her colleague who’d just stopped by her desk. “We need to discuss the Lenox deal.” He turned to leave, and then pausing without looking back added, “Bring up the numbers when you come.” She’d known her boss… Continue Reading
Perspective Retrospect
The porch off my bedroom in Vermont is two thousand feet above sea level. A canopy of peak autumnal leaf change lies below, much as I imagine the tropical jungle’s stretch of green spreads beneath a climber in the Amazon. From my vantage point on the porch, this lava tapestry, shaded and nuanced in hundreds… Continue Reading
Willingness to be Changed
On Wednesday, October 24th, I and a number of other writers will give public readings of our work at the New York Society Library in Manhattan. I tell you this not because I expect all my blog’s readers to show up at the library, but to give context to the search I conducted this week… Continue Reading