Category: Writing

On the Way to the New School

The school bus rumbled, braked hard at each stop, and then roared forward after each kid got on and stumbled their way to the back seats where all the kids who knew each other sat. Phyllis wrote her name with magic marker on each… Continue Reading “On the Way to the New School”

A Herd of Grazing Grudges

Don’t get me started. I never forget an insult or insulting behavior. Forty years ago, a friend of my then boyfriend, now husband, called me a gold digger. Not to my face, to his, but he did, unfortunately, tell me about it. There is… Continue Reading “A Herd of Grazing Grudges”

Last Day of Summer

Gin, tonic, lime, ice Melting fast, heat flies swarming One thousand pages

Darla and Fitz: Part One

If she left Hastings by noon, she could get to the Mackinac Bridge by six, cross over to the U.P. and be at her campsite by eight. But first, she had to get the RV key off John’s thick metal key ring holding all… Continue Reading “Darla and Fitz: Part One”

Halted

Pounce interrupted Camera’s click ratchets down wicked intentions

Why the Man Across the Street is Like a Grain of Rice

Today the man across the street was so in a rush to wherever he was going that he nosed his car between the car I was driving and a parked car, as if his car could suddenly turn on its side and propel itself… Continue Reading “Why the Man Across the Street is Like a Grain of Rice”

100 Word Story: Fowl Natured

Mary knew it was a prairie chicken right away even though she had never seen one in person or in a book. It was fat and close to the ground and waddled like an old lady who had parked too far from the grocery… Continue Reading “100 Word Story: Fowl Natured”

Jeanne

The last time I saw Jeanne, she had just unlocked her front door and turned to wave goodbye. It was early March and we had just come from a memorial gathering held on a bridge on the southside of Milwaukee. The night before, a… Continue Reading “Jeanne”

Someday I Will Cast On

I once knew an older woman, named Sarah Ettenheim, who knitted while presiding over loud, contentious, racially divided community meetings. She would recognize people to speak, insist on proper decorum, and quote Robert’s Rules of Order, chapter and verse, all while clicking her wooden… Continue Reading “Someday I Will Cast On”

Yoga Class

Woman’s walker bumps Rolls across grass, butterflies Sun’s salutations ________________ Photo by rod m on Unsplash