Monthly Archives: March 2005

I actually wrote this almost five years ago, but I still like it. As I was driving the other day, I noticed a car passing me with several bumper stickers. Some proclaimed the merits of alternative bands, and others made various social commentaries. The best one on the car almost escaped my attention, though....
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Fast Or Slow? came from the same writing class. The instructor told us that he believed that if you could write well about death, you could write well about almost anything. My father died suddenly. He called out to my mother, “I don’t feel well,” rose from his chair, and was dead before he...
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Automat came from a writing class. The instructor had us choose a photo postcard from a face-down pile, then gave us ten minutes to crank out a descriptive passage. The image I ended up with was Edward Hopper’s Automat. She shuffled into the bus-station diner, half dragging, half carrying a soft suitcase. It bulged...
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