Pooch

Pooch

We, Pooch and I, for those few moments, lived in two different temporal worlds; I was not just astounded by his speed, I was deeply disoriented, so much so that at first I felt no pain. At first.

The Descent

The Descent

  Today is Thanksgiving, though you wouldn’t guess it from the sterile walls and empty smells. Visiting hours here are from 1:00-2:00 PM every day. Toy Story 3 murmurs in the background as my family and I approach the main desk. To enter the visiting area, there...
Just Checking

Just Checking

  Probably for the fifth time during the night I check my phone. I haven’t got up to check. I steal a look only because I’ve got up. When I am between sleep and wakefulness, it is especially magical to receive an email. A gift delivered in your dream....
The Choir

The Choir

    The composer came to work with the choir before the concert, just for a few days. It wasn’t common: first of all most composers are dead. Then, how likely a living one (being alive and performed isn’t common either) would be in town and show up? Not...
Searching for Silvio

Searching for Silvio

    Two months after my father dies, his older brother Silvio—who my father cherished and promised to take care of after their father died, who looks like my father, and laughs like him—gets married at age 86. On a frigid Saturday in December, at a church...
Eavesdropping in a Panera Bread

Eavesdropping in a Panera Bread

I rarely write in coffee shops. I prefer the privacy of working at home, where I can protect my anonymity as an unpublished author; I don’t want other café patrons to observe me as I struggle to write. But on Black Friday 2015, while my wife shopped at Target in Towne...
To Tell the Truth

To Tell the Truth

When my real mother dies, I go looking for another one. The Catholic Charities counselor’s word for this other mother I want, after decades, to find is “biological”. Illegitimate is another word for people who end up like me. It’s what I feel now:...