Stories From My Life, #14: How the pop star Tony Orlando played a part in snagging my wife, Becky
October 10, 2020 10:30 pm 4 CommentsI met Becky in early 1983. I was thirty-seven years old at the time, and my parents were convinced... View Article
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Stories from My Life, #13: A Tribute to my Stepbrother, Bud Lancaster
May 31, 2020 9:39 pm 10 CommentsWe remember things differently, you and I. What stands out to one person from the distant past means nothing to... View Article
Ode to the Coronavirus
March 20, 2020 9:56 pm 6 CommentsThey call it coronavirus, a genetic aberration, a mutation damnation, an intimidation plaguing the world’s civilization. How long... View Article
Stories from My Life, #12: My Uncle Gus, Killed in North Africa in 1943
May 19, 2019 10:58 pm 9 CommentsEvery year when Veteran’s Day rolls around, I think of my Uncle Gus Kern, who died in World War II.... View Article
Rebecca’s High School Reunion: Reflections from a Spouse
October 24, 2018 8:04 pm 4 CommentsMy wife—AKA Becky—went to her high school reunion: rah-rah! to which she invited me, avoiding hints of complicity. (ha ha)... View Article
Class of ’63 High School Reunion
August 27, 2018 12:06 am 4 CommentsI attended my high school reunion, it happened last week: we’d graduated fifty-five years earlier, an amazing streak. It was... View Article
The Heaven We Ignore
April 12, 2018 11:56 pm 2 CommentsI’ve made an acquaintance named Jayne—not her real name— who’s seen troubles a plenty, that have set her life aflame.... View Article
Jada’s Revelation
March 1, 2018 6:47 pm 1 CommentAt five years, petite and slender, she saw something more; she wondered, searched her brain for not having seen... View Article
Living Inside His Head
February 3, 2018 10:45 pm 2 CommentsPittsburgh, Pennsylvania January 15, 2018 The sight gave Max pause: two men in black clothing plodding toward him in a... View Article
If only we were born with such wisdom!
January 6, 2018 10:54 pm 1 CommentNot Good* This poem might, it might be short, for but one point will it exhort. The past holds much,... View Article