April 22
I am an OS reader, and an occasional OS writer.


I write in my dining room, on whatever laptop I have at the time. Donna works there too; that's her laptop on the right. Between our laptops is a sea of clutterclipboards, books, pens, reading glasses, and lately, ribbon and paper. I bought the blue vase/pencil cup at a student ceramic… Read full post »

Editor’s Pick
NOVEMBER 18, 2010 7:27AM

Our Last Thanksgiving

1995 was the last year I celebrated Thanksgiving with my family. I didn’t know at the time that it would be my last Thanksgiving with them. As it turned out, it was memorable anyway. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I was watching my 17-year-old niece pull tufts of shortRead full post »

OCTOBER 18, 2010 5:11PM

Louie in the Sky

Our canine companion of 13 years left us in July, headed to that grand dog park in the sky.

Louie's last summer 

The little bed still holds his dog shape, a soft fold down the middle
He was so small yet
He took up so much space

Where do the small souls go?… Read full post »

Editor’s Pick
JULY 21, 2010 12:01PM


I wasn’t used to saying no to my father. I was home from college for Christmas vacation and we were driving to my father’s shop in his pickup truck. We were on interstate 25, about ten minutes from the exit ramp when he asked me to have a party at theRead full post »

JULY 12, 2010 4:14PM

Villanelle for Donna


I first knew you as my friend

I was young too – you, more sure.

So many days and nights since then.


We move apart, our lives extend,

We love and live – our paths mature.

I first knew you as my friend.


One day we meet and time suspends.… Read full post »

Editor’s Pick
JUNE 25, 2010 7:56AM

Burying Min

Part 1

For the past 15 months, Donna and I have been spending Saturday afternoons with Min, Donna’s 89-year-old second cousin once-removed. We run some errands, stop by Bulk ‘N Bins and pick up some sugar free bridge mix, or go by Publix for a little bunch of flowers orRead full post »

APRIL 10, 2010 9:05PM

101 About My Best Neighbors Ever


I head out with the laundry basket, intending to hang the sheets in the sun to dry. Just on the other side of the picket fence, I see Henry and Lillian sitting in lawn chairs in the middle of their back yard, facing me. They don’t speak until they see… Read full post »

Editor’s Pick
APRIL 5, 2010 1:01PM

How My Nephew Became a Mensch

I suddenly had a lump in my throat. I had taken the the dog to a nearby park and as we got in the car to leave, I noticed a young man walking across the parking lot. He was heading to Ski Rixen, a lake cabled for water sports, with his wakeboardRead full post »

MARCH 8, 2010 2:33PM

Fear of Pharma

I’ve been homesick ever since we moved to Florida. Donna is an only child, and we moved here to look after her elderly mother. A short sojourn in the swamps, I thought. It won’t be long before I am able to go home to the beautiful Rocky Mountains.

After about fiveRead full post »

MARCH 1, 2010 10:51AM

Sophie, at 17

At 17, you are like a wild horse—tall and undernourished, and quick to run. Primitive intelligence, excessively shy. Still too innocent for your age, but there is a reason for that. You keep your distance from boys. You are ashamed when they honk and whistle and holler at you, and youRead full post »

JANUARY 21, 2010 1:34PM

Metal Open Call: Before Casting Iron


“A PATTERN may be defined as a model of anything, so constructed that it may be used for forming a mold or impression in damp sand or other suitable material. This mold, when filled with molten metal or substances that solidify, forms a reproduction of the pattern and is knownRead full post »

JANUARY 6, 2010 11:40AM

Pardon My Ass

The first time I met Donna she was in the hospital. She got out of bed to sit in a wheelchair and her hospital gown separated at the back. “Pardon my ass,” she said, over her shoulder. It was the end of October, or maybe early November, and she had beenRead full post »


It’s 7 a.m. December 31. I have the whole day off because I quit my job a couple days ago. I’m sitting on my couch, drinking coffee, looking at the Christmas tree, planning the take-down.


The phone rings. Dad?


“I tried to kill myself,” he says.Read full post »