by Sidney S. Stark “It’s such a lonely life in some ways…being a writer…and you do this thing in a room by yourself for a long time…and you might be the only person who cares that you do it.” This reflective, almost wistful statement was offered by Melissa Bank, an author who teaches a fiction… Continue Reading
The Wild West
by Sidney S. Stark My father always burst through the front door of our apartment when he came home seemingly unaided by human effort. I’m sure it had something to do with the spirit of adventure and cosmic energy that hovered around Daddy wherever he went. He had an air about him that convinced you… Continue Reading
Lifelong Learning
by Sidney S. Stark The phrase came into focus for me at my first college graduation. That matriculation was a two year foray to acquire an associate’s degree. In 1963 two years seemed like more than enough of a commitment as I was burned out from my academically competitive high school years. The reduced timeframe… Continue Reading
Who is Santa Claus?
by Sidney S. Stark Even though I grew up in New York, most of my Christmases when I was a child were spent out of the city. You might well think my parents were rebelling against the commercialism and hectic pace of the season in a big metropolis; not so. Actually, my father had an… Continue Reading
Patience
by Sidney S. Stark “Patience is a virtue; catch it if you can…” My grandmother would often recite that adage to me at the times I was least likely to be virtuous. Then she would usually finish it with, “seldom found in woman; never found in man” and she’d chuckle at her own private joke.… Continue Reading
Mollie
“I have to dump you at the store,” was how my mother referred to dropping me off at my grandmother’s store. Perhaps this was my mother’s way of teaching me irony or a way to verbalize her guilt in having a passion for her career. The irony was that I loved being dumped. The “store,”… Continue Reading