WINTER 2016 ISSUE
I became reacquainted with Nick at an annual reunion breakfast that Denise Meyers held for her former interns at the elementary school where I’d finished my graduate studies in social work. Denise...
I remember lying like Christ crucified, on a cold operating table, squinting up at silver lights, waiting for sleep and the dreaded knife. They both arrived on schedule. Then someone shoo...
There was a car in his usual parking space. Morton was perturbed. He scanned irritably up the street, and settled for a space half a block farther up. As he marched back with his shir...
I have often wondered why there is a mirror in the room, directly across from the chair. The same chair where the nurse takes my blood pressure and asks if there are any new symptoms s...
—for Oscar Dwight Hewitt (1944-1963)
When he was here,...