Joe Hansen taught at the Wesleyan Writers Conference and I was sitting in a college classroom, deserted for the summer, left to us aspiring novelists. I was writing regularly for The […]
It’s the time of year when pie reigns. Pie for Breakfast Day follows Thanksgiving. Doubleheader. My family has always been the pie-suppliers for Thanksgiving. My mother before me; now it […]
I get as verklempt as the next mother but Mother’s Day mushiness is a crime against us all. We (yes using the royal we here) are not about the ubiquitous […]
I have the confusing distinction of having two bylines, old and new. In my first marriage, I kept my name (Betsy Percoski). When my mother passed, I wanted to honor her […]
In a winter weary park, purple crocus bloom. Bright sun makes a liar of the snow and slush of two days ago. For the past week, I’ve been an honorary […]
A buzz was working its way from second grade desk to desk and it wasn’t from the sugar. We knew that Santa Claus was in the building.