True Stories

Paris, 1967 - I had my schedule, meant to keep some balance. The garbage men came. Five floors down before first…

It was as if I were queen for the day when I pranced down the runway and Wilson Picket and the Union Gap

I remember the staircase I followed down to our cellar - it is all historic these days but my memory remains - as…

I was a vendor in the Skydome, now Rogers Center, where I sold Coke and popcorn. I worked the five hundred level,…

Looking back at the historic images of the sixties - beads - sweet sweat - war - freedom, and free love.

The St. Bernard‘s dissonance of howling causes the director’s face to tighten and the actors to share a much needed…

This is a true story of childhood told in prose, poetic prose. We all have memories and can write them in many…

In California, for seven years I took the same walk until the reporter on the morning news told the story of two…

I want people to know what kind of person was lost from suicide 4-11-13.

A dog doesn’t ‘unfriend’ you. Even when they die. They stay in your heart, memories triggered every time you see…