What had earned me his recognition, his admiration, his uncharacteristic gesture of approval? Had I hung up on a telemarketer? Complained to a company about unsatisfactory service? Finally gotten angry and expressed my feelings at the time I felt them? All these would have been unusual for me. ...more

October 22, 2008

Parts 1 and 2 of this story were published April 20 and 27. When four-year-old Lisa slipped into my apartment naked, for the second time, I tried not to look shocked. Gemma quickly said, "Oh, I never put clothes on that one at 'ome. She just gets 'em filthy. Once she even stuffed 'er dress down the commode." I forced a smile, "Would you like some coffee?" "Oh, bloody good idea, that." I led the way to the kitchen where Lisa had already opened my refrigerator and grabbed a carton of yogurt. She shoved it at me. "Open this." "Sure." I pulled off the aluminum seal and handed it back. "Let me get you a spoon." But she had already dug into it with her fingers. Gemma yawned, ignoring her daughter, while I poured the coffee. ...more

May 3, 2008

Jack McClinton forgot his game jersey. Luckily he remembered his shooting touch. ...more

December 24, 2007