Category: Writing

Time Travel


It started innocently enough. Not pleasantly, but innocently. I was engaged to be wedded on the first day of the new millennium.

Shaky Hands

Early, somber van Gogh. Farmer at a table

My earliest memories are of family dinners. A distinct one occurred after my first day at St. Jerome Primary School. Father sat at the head of the table, between the dining room windows. Without a glance I knew his face would be stern. Mom put potatoes on my plate and said, “Larry, what did you…