Years ago he faithfully wore a tiny Star Spangled Banner—an American flag pin—on the lapel of his suit jacket. It gave him a certain caché, marked him as being a member of a particular club of political elites. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t object. It made him feel like he fit in. When … Continue reading Pack Animal
Earlier this week while eating chocolate pastries with friends at a local coffee house, the subject came up of Physicist Erwin Shrodinger and his thought experiment involving a cat that was both alive and dead simultaneously. You know, the way these things do, when you're eating chocolate. I decided this might be a good time … Continue reading Schro and His Cat
The Secret to Rubber-Soled Shoes The secret to rubber-soled shoes is that they are often imbued with the ghosts of deceased dogs, dogs who were loyal and eager to serve, dogs who want to cradle the foot of a beloved pack member protecting you from gravel-strewn trails and unyielding cement floors, dogs who want to … Continue reading The Secret to Rubber-Soled Shoes
Written with my Thursday night writing group with a wild bunch of prompts, including: the dead man’s boxes (which we all changed to boxers), what is different today? No such thing as--, a jar of homegrown pansies, keep it local, later we went dancing, melted her heart Last night Betsy’s brother Tom called and asked … Continue reading The Magic Boxers
I got very busy with the actual (as opposed to the virtual) world last week and missed a post. So here are three stories to make up for it. Or maybe it's only one story. You be the judge. Written with my Thursday night writing group. Very elaborate prompts including: He had known better, OR, … Continue reading His True Name
