I used to live across the street from a little Austrian lady. Hedy’s home was a haven for three-hundred plus…
Browsing: prose
It was the beginning of a semester. I was almost in my second year of teaching at the university and…
This morning I woke to the music of the clock radio as I did several years ago – B.C. (Before…
Another morning, another diaper breach. Strip the baby, strip the sheets, toss the stuffed zebra, giraffe, and elephant into the…
For a better part of our children’s lives we are defined by them, or maybe, become defined by them. Then…
My three year-old can wink. She has been able to do it for months now. Popeye gave her the idea,…
One night, I was reminiscing, which I tend to do a lot of on nights I can’t get to sleep. My…
Kylemore Abbey, home of the Benedictine Order of Nuns is situated on the picturesque west coast of Ireland. The nuns…
I did eight loads of laundry. I paid the bills. I cleaned the house. I filled out medical forms. My…
I drive across the Henry Hudson Bridge and get off the parkway at Dyckman Street, an exit I have always…