“I’m sorry to hear about Chris Cornell,” our friend Denise texts Theresa, a day after Cornell’s death. “I know he was your Fairy God Rocker.” Read more “Fairy God Rocker”
Recently I subbed a Fiction 1 class in which all 3 workshop pieces were set in the future. It got me thinking….
[Written in 2012]
Recently, there was a decrease in the significance of my significant other. She who previously had been significant became insignificant. The demotion was initiated, as they say at companies, internally. She requested to terminate the status of her significance. Significantly for me, there’s no protocol in place for halting these things. I was significantly affected. Read more “Significance”
She stood by her car in the wind in the parking lot of the movie theater. We had met there last time, and she suggested we meet there again, worried that we’d miss each other.
I parked beside her and took the job bag from the seat. As I got out, she approached.
“How are you?” I said.
She said, “Very good.” We had a little small talk, then I set the job bag on my trunk, and pointed out the printed instructions that showed through the clear plastic. The same as last time. One-hundred sixty pages. Front matter, guts, TOC, index, glossary. Read more “The Reader: A True Story”
Just back from Stop N Shop, where a kid in a cart said, “Mom, we’re only in the aisle near the milk and the butter and ice cream.”
“Yes,” mother said.
“And the cheese is all the way on the other side, so I don’t have to worry.”
I’ve confirmed, there is a fear of cheese, and it is turophobia. Read more “Fearlessness”
There is nothing to achieve on a bike, and that is why riding on a spring day such as this, away from my house, where manuscripts await attention and notebooks of novel outlines beg for filling in, brings such relief. Out here, the last mounds of snow hide obstinately in shaded corners on lee sides of houses. They cannot escape their fate, but on a bike I can escape mine. Read more “On a Bike”