The Feather
It was my birthday, but that wasn’t why I was at dinner in the swanky Portland restaurant that August evening. Actually I felt out of...
I'm Not a "Sucker": A life pruned
The weather was unseasonably warm a couple of weekends ago so my dad left one tree for me to prune. I’m not sure why he did. I think...
A Professional Dating History
Rene and I sat astride picnic tables in the park pavilion. The city of parks description could easily be seen from where we were and the...
"FRIEND"
The irony is not lost on me. What irony? That one of my books considers how two dogs understand humans, birds, maybe mice even, and not...
1000 Ways to Kill a Cat. One Way to Kill 1000 Cats. There has to be a more humane answer.
A couple of weeks ago a colleague at the library suggested that we pull "The Diary of Anne Frank" as a response to the rhetoric around...
THE CHEST: In honor of Solo, my favorite immigrant
September 29 I sense a shift in the wind. I was forced to endure the company of acquaintances and their observance to my needs and...