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“I don’t think I can do it,” he told his father. “The whole thing scares the hell out of me.” “It’s supposed to,” the father said. It was early…
I’ve often referred to it as my father’s gold pocket watch. Now I’m not so sure it is gold, maybe brass instead. Maybe I wanted to make it more valuable,…
The ads have already started. The lights are going up. Soon we’ll see the ubiquitous trees tied to roofs of passing cars. Christmas time is almost here and it makes…
A Very Short Story In The City Paulie liked to stay out late—even though he knew it worried his parents. Still he didn’t stop his nightly wanderings. Everything looked different…
I recall when my father was having memory/cognition problems and we took him to have an evaluation. The doctor first asked him some simple questions: What day is today? What…
I grew up in a big city (Philadelphia) and spent most of my life as an urban dweller. And, for the most part, I enjoyed the city life, even with…
A brief encounter The racoons came again last night. I wasn’t happy about it. I was in bed reading when I first heard them—didn’t recognize the sound at first. It’s…
and how to stop him We’ve all read the endless analyses of Trump’s psyche: sociopath, narcissist, grifter, degenerate, clown. And all are accurate. But I believe the one descriptor that…
and other places Today I am limping around the house. I’ve got deep gashes on both my legs that don’t want to heal up. How did I get these ugly…
Some days I can’t get out of my own way, if you know what I mean. And then I end up sitting around, doom-scrolling, staring out the window, thinking self-defeating…
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