I wrote this very short piece ‘The Last Day’ some years ago. Today it seems more relevant than ever. The Last Day He seemed to take forever to get ready. He kept yelling, as usual.“When will you ever learn to fry an egg? Useless woman!”“How many times have I to…
“What’s the opposite of love? Is it hate?” she wondered. No matter how hard she wanted to she couldn’t bring herself to hate them. Nor could she truly wish them ill. Something about hate didn’t feel right to her. What was it she felt then? Hurt? That was a given.…
Recently the flow of water in our kitchen sink reduced to a trickle and was causing a lot of inconvenience. Washing the dishes was a huge nuisance. We assumed that the problem was due to some repairs being undertaken in our apartment building. We managed as best we could for…