Momentary Visitors
It was another coffee-scented morning. I was sitting in my reclining chair and reading when I heard my cell phone vibrating on the writing desk across the room. Walking over to its charging station, I saw ‘Keith’ on the screen and picked up the phone. “Hello,...
Dog Days, Cicadas and Rejection Letters
Early last Saturday afternoon, as I walked back up the mountain road from the mailbox, I heard the first rattle of cicadas this year. “Sure sign that the dog days have arrived,” I said to myself. Sweat ran down my face, neck, back and front. In my mail sack was a...
Baggage Claim
Two decades or so ago, my mother told me a story about one particular afternoon meeting of the neighborhood book club, which Mother had founded. During their active child-raising years in the 50s and 60s, the ladies took turns choosing a book and hosting the...
Summarizing
Last Saturday evening, the American Shakespeare Center hosted an event for annual pass holders – those of us who had seen ten or more of the past season’s shows. Co-founder and director Jim Warren spoke and answered questions. “I’ve seen Shakespeare performed many...
Growth Opportunity
I was sitting in my car in the WriterHouse parking lot in Charlottesville, smelling the bagels cooking next door at Bodo’s and talking on my cell phone. An employer had contacted me as a colleague’s job reference. “How would you rate this candidate on a scale of...