The first time I threw a shoe at my shrink was right after he claimed I was “prone to fits of irrational behavior.” That was his opinion after a year of therapy. Considering his fee, I expected more than what… Continue Reading
I brought my father’s picture with me so I’d recognize him. The photo showed him with both arms draped around my mom’s shoulders as if he were protecting her from some unseen foe. I guess that’s what my high school… Continue Reading
Hey Dad, I’ve been thinking about you lately. I remember you sitting in that big, overstuffed chair in the living room of our apartment in Brooklyn, smoking your pipe and watching the tiny black and white TV. Those were the… Continue Reading
With his wife away, Danny ate dinner at the Gray Moose, a classic dark-wood pub. He signaled to a waiter for another beer. “Sure thing, Mr. McGowan.” With that, an attractive dark-haired woman sitting at the bar near his table… Continue Reading
I’m standing on second base, a clean double. Sal and Eddie came home on my hit. We’re still down by a run, but we have only one out. We should be able to at least tie this game. “Good hit,… Continue Reading
My wife sleeps peacefully beside me. I lie awake, while a recurring nightmare involving a schoolyard bully dissolves like a movie fadeout. I’m far too old to suffer anxiety over being bullied as a boy, but long suppressed memories find… Continue Reading
It started when my mom and dad were fighting all the time. Or maybe it started before that, I really don’t know. Mr. Shankowski says I shouldn’t blame Mom and Dad for everything, but I don’t think he understands what… Continue Reading