Memoir

Another of the short stories I wrote two decades ago, a time I am nostalgically referring to as my golden age of writing (golden because, at the time, I believed I would figure out how to do it), was “The Penny Box”. It was inspired by the neighborhood in which I lived at the time, … Read more

My first job out of college was interesting, but like so many things in life, there were good things and bad. I was on a small team colloquially known as “fly and fix”. If there was a problem with one of our computer systems that could not be handled by the local technicians and experts, … Read more

My house is on a wooded lot. It was a mess of cherry, ash, maple, and thick underbrush. The only way to get through it was to crawl through the poison ivy. The neighbors from the adjoining subdivision had taken to dumping trash and dog poop in the low area at the back. It was … Read more

This past weekend, I spent the better part of Sunday at a soccer field. Not just a soccer field, but a soccer complex with eight large fields. As part of a tournament, my son was sideline judge for six games. I drove him there before eight A.M.; instead of going home to just wait to … Read more

I splurged on myself once, and spent a week in Iowa City at the Iowa Writers Program Summer Workshop. Very different from the famous one, but it was very good, and the class was led by Robley Wilson, then editor of the North American Review. The workshop was about a dozen people, and it was … Read more