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Category Archives: Random Stories
Elon Musk Is Everyone’s Bad Boss
Once in my early 20s I quit a retail job because my boss called a mandatory staff meeting on an evening that I had a date. When I think back on it, I realize how privileged and possibly foolish it … Continue reading →
It Tolls for Thee
I did not have strong feelings when Queen Elizabeth II died. I understood the people who celebrated the end of the last remaining vestige of the British Empire. I understood the people who mourned the end of an era. But … Continue reading →
Bearing Fruit
Once, when my grandfather was a little boy, he walked with his grandfather, the exquisitely named Shlomo Zalman, from one shtetl to the next. On the way there, Shlomo Zalman gave my grandfather half a banana and then carefully wrapped … Continue reading →
An Early Summer Night’s Dream
(fiction) There is a kind of summer evening, just after the sun starts to go down. Children run around looking for fireflies. Neighbors slowly move away from their airconditioned houses, eager to feel the air while they can. They sit … Continue reading →
Three Women on a Train
I rode the El yesterday. It was the first time in a while. When I first moved to Chicago and worked downtown, the El was my reading time. It was part of my fantasy life of living in a big … Continue reading →
People in Stories
When I was a little girl, we lived in Tanzania. I was only four when we went to Tanzania and so the house in Tanzania and the house in Louisville that we lived in before merge together in my memories. … Continue reading →
Of Deadly Importance
Lately, I have been thinking about the dead. Not my own personal dead, the people I carry with me, and write about, but all the dead. I have been wondering if the dead are too much with us, or not … Continue reading →
Going Gentle Into That Good Night
Having only two children, neither of whom was fathered by either Frank Sinatra or Woody Allen, I have never felt that I had much in common with famous actress, famous mother, famous wife, famous daughter, Mia Farrow. But this week, … Continue reading →
A New Old World
As always, I think about Mark today. No wait, that’s a lie. For the past few years November 8th has snuck up on me. A vague feeling of unease, a feeling that I was forgetting something, maybe someone’s birthday? Maybe … Continue reading →
The Wait
Last week, I waited in line for an hour and a half to vote. Normally, I vote on Election Day. Voting early lacks drama and excitement to me. On Election Day, I go to my local senior citizen center. Even … Continue reading →