Fiction: Day One We canines live in the present; if something impacts us, it remains in every moment of our lives. Such is my first day at the beach. The

Memoir: “This infernal wind!” Mother complains between her teeth. She shakes her head, her entire face a frown as she looks out the kitchen window at tall grasses lying flat,

–after Joni Mitchell’s Carey The wind swept up from Rockaway Last night I couldn’t sleep Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here, Mary But it’s really not

Play Excerpt: (EXT: WHITE HOUSE, JANUARY 1803 – EARLY MORNING. On the muddy street, a PAPERBOY hawks his wares.) PAPERBOY Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Napoleon blocks Americans from

Essay: Overhead is a beautiful blue sky.  I can feel the sunshine warm my back.  I think about reaching up to take off my snug fleece stocking cap but decide

Essay: All of us know where we were and what we were doing upon learning that John Kennedy’s life was severed in that glaring Friday noontime in Dallas. That moment

Fiction: The rain poured down with a relentless vigor, an elemental force that had always been there and seemingly always would be. Fortunately, I experienced only its sound as it

Fiction: Everyone else was in the hangar, playing cards while waiting for a break in the clouds. Therese sat on the straw bale under the eaves of the office/bunkhouse. Drops

Essay: The next storm is somewhere out there, just waiting for its time to move onshore, disrupting my life, making me aware, once again, that life happens despite of what

Poetry: Stand strong in the rain for fear falls on us all. It drips and pools, tickling uncomfortably down the spine, exploring each gap in our defenses, before trickling to