On the appointed day, we returned to our deep-cleaned office building. As HR instructed, we ... Read the rest of the story.
Summer of Love:
In 1967, the “summer of love,” I was a sixteen-year-old-middle-class-White-boy-hippie-wannabe. Long hair, loud music, unshakeable opinions...Read the story
On the appointed day, we returned to our deep-cleaned office building. As HR instructed, we social-distanced and washed hands frequently... Read the story.
Squashing a Grasshopper—
Moving ahead in one's career can be a ruthless business. Has our protagonist figured it out?
The English-Only Rule—
The daughter of Polish immigrants comes of age during the Depression.
Final Thoughts—
A dying man wonders what his final thought will be. "Something big, I hope. Something important."
Hemingway Would Understand—A macho uncle, a 12-year-old boy and a gun. What could go wrong?
Ecce Romo--Memories are tricky. Controlling how you'll be remembered can be trickier, still.
Broken Hearts— An alien reveals her true self to her earth boyfriend. It's not easy being purple.
Lost in Pittsburgh, a Flash Novel All chapters now avaialable!
Why are any of us here? Where do any of us belong?
The Laughing Monarch-- Life's big questions drive an insect buggy...
Raptured—Getting fired in this workplace occurs at the end of the day. By morning, all evidence one ever worked there will have been erased. Tragedy?
Four-One-One-- An old rotary phone triggers memories for a grieving woman. Some are pleasant. Others, well…read for yourself.
Darwin's Monkey: Would you turn in your boss to move up the corporate evolutionary ladder?
Honest Abe’s Two Cents…And a Question
Babysitting Michael—A pair of aging hippies demonstrate non-violent confrontation for their young grandson. Remember Chicago in '68?
Older cousins reported that Grandpa Wil had visited them at the stroke of midnight on their twenty-first birthdays. But in my case, he showed up more than a dozen hours late...
After two months of watching friends turned into bloody pulps and making bloody pulps of strangers, Art had the look and gait of a man much older than the twenty-year-old sergeant who’d come ashore on D-Day...
Her eyes were red as the seasonal wrapping paper in which she’d swaddled her office door.
Maybe not the best time for a meeting with my boss, Hope Battaglia...
Father James C. Rockwell had sat enough death watches to sense when the end was imminent. He had that sense as he walked into his mother’s hospice room...
Jazzy, Jacquest Barzun and Baseball
Jazzy had first learned English by reading and her vocabulary could sound strange to my American ears. Words like suitor, betrothal, nuptials.
But when Jazzy meant love, that was the word she used. As in her final message, just before the World Trade Center’s North Tower collapsed: “Joe! I love you and always will!” Read the rest of the story.
Suppose your job were to think the unthinkable...what might you think about? Read the story.
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