Tag: Fiction

Champions

Suited man holding a silver cup

The opening notes of the old Queen hit “We Are the Champions” rang out of Amy’s desk. Pushing the project funding graph forward, Amy opened the desk’s bottom drawer to get her cell phone. Her favorite photo of Ryan lit the screen. “Hi, Honey,” she said. “Make it quick, please. It’s only a few minutes…

Church Clothes

While ‘90s rap played in many houses, while contemporary America bought machines to cook without fire and to clean floors automatically—luxuries and delights beyond the imaginations of pharaohs, kings, and people of early in this century—another task remained beyond technology. Teenagers struggled to escape childhood rules and to make choices sensible to a world unfolding…

Bully

(How does a bully see the world?) “Judy,” my little sister calls to me from across the basement.  “Momma wants to know.  Do you want a sandwich?” I jump back from the basement window, which I’d been watching the backyard.  “Clara, don’t sneak up on me.”  I soften my tone and bite off the end…

Phil Never Loses

The other day, talking to Mark Gorkin who specializes in burn-out recovery and teamwork, I realized I too have a few stories that deal with work. Here’s one with a boss’s trait worth knowing about.   My boss, Phil, use to brag, “I’ve never lost an argument at work.  Whether it’s about which teams get…

Louisa May Alcott

Reading has always brought me pleasure, but I came to enjoy writing only after many years. It fascinates me how writers came to their calling. On Amazon Prime the other night, I watched the American Masters biographical documentary of Louisa May Alcott. She was much different and more complex than my imaginings. Her history was…

Wilde Lake – Book Snapshot

Enjoyed Laura Lippman’s latest novel. Her novel, dense with local color and a few early episodes of dramatic content, yet morphed in the middle to feel like a literary novel, delving into the nuanced psychology of high school and adult personal life. I was lulled into taking situations, facts, and explorations at face value without…

Magazines and Anthologies with Short Stories

I noticed the other day when I posted a snapshot of ‘Buffalo Girls’ that it was the first novel I’d read in 4 months. After I finished scolding myself, I recalled that I’d taken a short story appreciation class in Aug and Sep and had continued on in that vein for awhile.