I placed the magazine nonchalantly in my lap and covered it with my purse. With one hand pretending to grope for a tissue, and the other hand secretly holding the desired page, I began to tug. I stopped, fearing the man across from me heard the initial tear, but just then, the doors to the…
Middle-Age
Surviving the Storm of Terrorism
As the victims of Hurricane Irene repair their flooded homes, new winds over the ocean whip in circles. Some will peter out, while others will twist and writhe into gigantic storm cells that threaten our coastlines. This pattern is repeated year after year, and we cope with the destruction as life goes on. This year,…
Labor Daydreams
Today is Labor Day, a day dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers. But who are these so called “American workers” anyway? The current US unemployment rate is the worst this country has seen in over 25 years, with 9.1 percent of our workforce out of work. This dismal state of affairs…
The Wheels on the Bus
As a squishy little second grader at East Pike Elementary School, the bus stop on Sixth and Chestnut Streets seemed like a huge unruly mob to me. Somehow, by the time the bus showed up, the kids at our stop had already climbed trees, thrown chestnuts, knocked books to the ground, acquired fresh grass stains,…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets