Nobody ever wrote a memorial mass about a sports team— Mozart’s Last Inning
I could lift heavy things, buy a house, repair a lamp, and send my kids to college. What did I need a man for?
“When somebody has a heart condition or cancer, the whole neighborhood doesn’t change! They might bring food or sit with somebody, but they don’t have to worry about whether the children are safe and they don’t have to watch him suffering in public!”
I’ve been writing some short stories and essays, and one of them was published this week in The Raven’s Perch, a classy online literary journal. Find it here These journals amaze me. It must be a great deal of work to review hundreds of submissions, and keep up the website and a mass of relatedContinue reading “A Promise Is A Promise”