A Memory of March

March is mainly a Pisces, unpredictable. Its sliver of the year is either hot or cold, neither winter nor spring. It can’t seem to make up its mind which to be. It happens to be the month of my birthday. I have difficulty in deciding things, too. As if turning 75 a few days ago …

The Luck of the Draw

There are 52 cards in a deck and 52 weeks a year to play them. Possibilities are endless. Outcomes often depend on the luck of the draw. In cards, like life, there are winners and losers. One can only play the hand they’re dealt. Fate is the dealer; nerves, skill and luck play the hand. …

We Have a Problem

He fell asleep last night watching Trump on C-Span. “What dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil…” The phone rings. Its intrusion fractures the morning’s silence. He looks at his watch, 7:06. Who calls at this hour? He checks the caller ID for a clue. No luck. ‘Unknown Number’ it reads. …

Romancing the Dream

In the beginning Somebody had a dream. It existed in an ethereal world without form and void, waiting for hands to convert it into reality. Advents still occur. ********** It’s January 1, 2017, the morning after. Nursing a strong cup of coffee, my dog, Mac, and I are trying to synthesize last year’s events into …