“Rick! Careful! Those pots are hot! The last thing we need is for you to get scalded!” Such is how Mom would typically greet me when I “bounded,” as she claimed, into the kitchen. Perhaps I was walking rather quickly, […]
Life at 12 College Road
Saturday Mornings
On Saturday mornings, my brother and I would get up very early—unreasonably early, you might say. We would then steal downstairs, ever so stealthily, so as not to wake up Mom or Dad. Mostly it was Dad we did not […]
Brownie
When my parents brought home the family’s new RCA Victor black-and-white television set, they made it clear that it was not to be the center of attention, and as such, it would not be in the living room. That room was for reading the Sunday paper or a good book, entertaining company, and watching the flames flicker in the large brick fireplace.
A Dish Best Served Cold
There was a period of time, just before I became a teen, that whenever I was in the den…
Fall Leaves
I was again delighted to have Boomercafe.com publish one of the stories from Life at 12 College Road, called, “Fall Leaves.”
The world was once different – The Mist
I was again honored to have Boomercafe.com publish one of the stories from Life at 12 College Road, called ‘The Mist.’
The Orange Casserole Pot
I was again honored to have Boomercafe.com publish one of the stories from “Life at 12 College Road,” ‘The Orange Casserole Pot.’
An interview with K.E. Garvey, of Ink Drop Interviews & Reviews about writing and Life at 12 College Road
I was honored to have K.E. Garvey, a national award winning author, interview me for Ink Drop Interviews & Reviews about writing and Life at 12 College Road.
An Interview with Fiona Mcvie of ‘authorsinterviews’ about writing and Life at 12 College Road
I was delighted that Fiona Mcvie of Authorsinterviews, located in the United Kingdom, interviewed me about writing and my book Life at 12 College Road.
The Dining Room Table
The Dining Room Table is the first chapter or short story, if you will, from my book Life at 12 College Road.
As I sat at the table, I realized the other three chairs had been tilted forward so that their ladder-backs rested against it. They were obviously no longer of use. Scanning the room, it dawned on me that this was not some unknown, foreign establishment…