Licking Wounds in Public Places

He overheard me as I made a telephone call.  I was at my favorite table at Barnes & Noble, having a piece of spinach and artichoke Quiche for lunch and making a couple of phone calls to help an individual in need get enough food to make it to the end of the month. He... Continue Reading →

An Open Letter to my Childhood Bully

"Jay" (that's what I'll call you)--we grew up together.  We lived in the same neighborhood.  Our mothers had also been school mates growing up in this same neighborhood together.  You would think we'd have gotten along a bit better. But for the most part we just seemed oblivious of each other.  We were often in the... Continue Reading →

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