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When Jennie comes home, she sashays audaciously through the rooms of the old farmhouse, winding through one room then the next, swinging her hips in slow wide arcs. She takes all the time given her and a minute more, this her moment on stage.
They liked to make plans. What was good for the long run. What was only whim. What was practical. What was not. What was safe. What was full of chance. What was wise. What was foolish. What was consistent and faithful to the known shore. What veered wildly into harm’s way. These are not questions anymore since the running course of disease has brought them to a definite and determined end. This will be their last real weekend.
“Let me put it this way.” Isaac Stritch pauses for the inevitable interruption from the other end of the telephone. But he only hears his daughter’s held breath in the earpiece. Or could it be his breath? Regardless, such a standoff could go on all day. He continues. “If there is a party, I will not come.” The Linnet's Wings, Spring, 2015
“Must everything be a mystery.” Not a question but a declaration and with much rustle and flutter as Julia folds the newspaper back into its original neat rectangle, making too much a show of it since it is she and she alone who insists they still get the actual newspaper, albeit in truncated form in this digital age. Daily, she sets out to show the superiority of newsprint . . ."The Rusty Nail Magazine, February 2013, Issue 12 , p. 29
"If pressed to give directions by a co-worker, for example, or by a stranger passing on the street, Steven Pei would not be able to do so accurately. He might be able to point to a loose square of streets and corners which might or might not harbor the hobby store, but even this direction he would be hesitant to offer . . . Untoward Magazine, Volume 1, Issue 12
"Between what should have been done and what he did not do, between what should have been said and what he did not say, between roads perchance travelled and the roads he took, there was the twenty-dollar bill. Its discovery came slow, over weeks . . . "The Huffington Post, September, 2013