The Curse of Observation

I’m sitting on a bench in a crowded mall and my assignment is to watch people. Not only watch, but analyze them. Notice their posture, their stance, their gait. Look at the way they swing their arms, or how they don’t.  My assignment was to be a secret observer of people, and twenty four years … More The Curse of Observation

The wilting of a child

I can usually tell what is about to unfold before it actually unfolds. The conversations I am going to have with people before the conversation even starts. There is a look I get, or better, a lack of one. The fiddling with a phone or the simple motionless gaze at the ground. I know what … More The wilting of a child


Dear NCAA, Wow, you did it again and I bet you didn’t even think you were going to get caught. It was bad enough during the Women’s Basketball Tournament that you allowed such differences in the men’s and women’s facilities, you didn’t even bother to look forward and try to spot possible problems in the … More Dear NCAA

Mother’s Day

To all the moms out there that sit in the hot sun watching a game you never played and yelling at a complete stranger about a rule you know nothing about, all for the sake of helping your kid win. This day is for you! To the mom that sits huddled in the corner of … More Mother’s Day

An Old Fashioned Lady

The setting sun tries hard to get her attention, to turn her around, to give him one more look before he fades away into the night. She has just sat down on the deep red leather stool the hugs the copper topped bar, and the sun can’t stand that she is here now, coming into … More An Old Fashioned Lady

Jack and Cheese

The blue plastic plate makes the whole display simply “pop” with glam and grace. Who else but a seven year old would think to make such a display of boring into fabulous with the simple addition of color.  He takes the cheese and unwraps the red packaging, laying the two small circular portions perfectly on … More Jack and Cheese

Moonlight Markings

The moon has a special way of marking his arrival. My friend is looking to talk again tonight and who am I to deny him his needs, for I need to talk as well, even though I really have nothing to say. Everything about my body yearns for the temporary death that the night brings, … More Moonlight Markings