After a life in business, here I was walking back into a classroom, with a old leather briefcase, clad in tan corduroy pants, penny loafers, and a sweater. I had passed on the tweed jacket in my closet. At last,… Read More ›
Fiction
Ragged Old Flag, Part I
“Is this really a thing? How do you even know it exists?” As my daughter Sylvie spoke her bright green eyes sparkled with a challenge. My son Kenny joined her with a puzzled, skeptical look. I started to respond. “I… Read More ›
Our Son Came Home from School
Our son came home from school last week. I wanted to touch him, but I only brushed his cheek. We were both wary, but I really wanted to talk with him, and see how he was doing. So much is… Read More ›
Elaine
As the sun was preparing to set behind the reddish stone buildings and green elms at school, I was walking along the path toward my apartment in Billings Hall. I was trying to catch up with a girl named Elaine… Read More ›
Ragged Old Flag – Part II
Walking across leaf-strewn bricks to class. I shuffled my feet, reluctant to give up the freedom of roaming about the campus on a fabulous fall day. Up ahead, I saw Sharon Looman striding purposefully toward the same door I was… Read More ›