Jesus (pronounced Hey-sus) became our main taxi driver in Costa Rica. (We liked to say we always rode with Jesus – (pronounced the anglo way). He was a middle-aged guy with a halo of silver hair peeking out from under his white baseball cap. He had a cell phone number and came when we called but many times he would simply appear when needed. Like a miracle. Continue reading “Ending on a Positive Note”
I had gotten up to use the bathroom when I heard my name and the name of our neighbor being shouted, punctuated by screams of “Help, I’m being attacked.”
Of course, the real Jesus would be unaffected but a statue of Jesus made out of fiberglass was burned to a crisp within sight of our rental house in Costa Rica in 2015.
In August 2017, my daughter and I embraced our Dork side and journeyed a thousand miles from New York to Tennessee with the hope that we would witness a total solar eclipse. A thousand mile in exchange for two and a half minutes of midday darkness.
This short, non-fiction story was recently published in “Insights 2017” a literary journal of the community college I went to in the fall of 2016. True story – yes I was really that stupid and reckless – read on.
“Bobby” is the first story in a book I am working on that will feature children who taught me essential truths about the classroom, about teaching, and about children with unique needs and unique gifts. Each story is intended to represent thousands of children like them. All the stories are true though names and places were changed to maintain confidentiality.
A poem I wrote recently about my brother Mickey. Continue reading “My Brother the Savant”
I have been keeping up with my writing of creative non-fiction by editing a few stories I wrote a few years ago. Here is the first of several. I hope you enjoy it. Continue reading “Skunks are nearsighted”