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...