NaNoWriMo: More About That Later, Chapter 10, Moved by Music

My parents never held back when it came to providing us with a variety of cultural experiences. One of these was … More

NaNoWriMo: More About That Later, Chapter 7, The Good Old Summertime

If I’d been the right age to have experienced those long summer breaks of my childhood, where I’d have two-and-a-half … More

Stuck here at home, unable to see my family anymore,lying in bed at night I think, with short, shallow breaths … More

I’m watching through the running glass window, an old one from 1926.I see my father, his figure slightly distorted in … More

Late that evening, nothing else breaking, David Chan staggered home to get food and a few hours of sleep. It turned … More

Back at his desk, Chan took a look at the files of some other open cases. The one that concerned him … More

I think about how I heard you rant at death for so long,then near the end ask for it to … More

Passing, I looked inside, saw that family, remembered,their stony group staring at those white china plates,no one speaking a word, … More

My father was drafted into active service in the U.S. Army on February 24, 1941. Exactly one year later, on … More

No one made Thanksgiving feasts like my mom. For one thing, the turkey was always juicy. I don’t know why, but that’s … More

Binding My father remains a mystery. Especially, and of course, now that he’s gone, I would like more than ever … More

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to wipe the slate clean,tabula rasa, my mind a blank, history erased, wake up tomorrow knowing nothingbut … More

“The children,” she said, trying to lift her hand, but only able to look their way, nod her head toward … More

He walks around the valley every morning,deep in composition beneath the shadows of trees and cliffs,a circuit of crystallization, mile … More