Celebrating East End Writers of All Genres
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I’ve always hated mice.  The real ones, of course.  The cartoon ones, stuffed toy ones, ceramic ones, … any inanimate ones, basically, are ok in my book and I can find them completely adorable.  But my hatred of real ones is deep in my core and, as anyone that really knows me can attest, they trigger a mix of anger, fear and disgust in me. That in turn releases a primal “aaaaccckkk!”, an automatic recoil, which many would consider a bit extreme and then my brain trying to wor

When I went on long term medical leave ten years ago, at the time we didn’t need know how long term it would be, I expected cards, flowers, gifts and well wishes from colleagues.  Both new and well-established relationships.  What I am awed with is that some people are still reaching out.  If I don’t talk to them, I see them on a regular basis or they send me a card.  During three prior medical leaves, I was overwhelmed with the love and support of friends outside work and my

The grass has ris I wonder where the birdies is The birdies, they is on the wing But that’s absurd I thought the wing was on the bird   It’s the time of year when everyone breathes a sigh of relief. Ahh, they say, turning faces to the sun, shaking out a blanket to picnic in the grass. Pink cherry blossoms burst from trees and green shows itself in all its shades. But I’m still in winter mode, not ready to be so relaxed, or to get out the patio furniture – it’s old and rusty,

I hear footsteps upstairs  Sometimes soft and light  Sometimes determined and unstoppable  Her voice mimics her steps  Most often soft and light like dandelions   blowing in the breeze  Sometimes the little voice is harsh and cracking.  It’s hearing the tears that break me  The tears pierce my heart like shards of glass  The door is open and I hear the music of her voice and footsteps  The door is closed and the music of her voice and footsteps rains down through the vents  E

After Joshua died, there was no point in living. Without him I was nothing but an empty shell, or a seething mass of pain. I took the sleeping pills prescribed by the doctor only to wake up to an even greater emptiness and disappointment at still being alive. A small shred of me could see that Paul cared, that my mother and father cared but they too were grieving. Sometimes, I’d dream that there was a way to bring Joshua back, a cure or a magic trick I had overlooked. An impr

So when does a hobby become an obsession?  According to “popular internet search engine, Google”, a hobby is “an activity done regularly...

We all know the tragedy, know that it’s coming and with musical anticipation, we feel it.

I woke up on the sofa-bed to a heavy silence and I knew that Peter had gone. It was 3AM and a grey indigo hung around in the air before...

Blooms big and bright  Sunflowers, roses, carnations, and lilies  The rain stopped and tranquil blue skys emerged  The aroma of citronella candles   harmonized with the   music the crickets played  The food was good, wine flowed   like a summer breeze,   and ice danced in fancy glasses   Memories were made  Twenty five years later Jazzercise will always  be more about friendship and fun than fitness  July 2023

When I was very young, maybe in first grade, my teacher was one of the smartest people I’ve known.  She encouraged students to do simple...

The smell of rhubarb steaming from the pot, up my nose and into a place of nostalgia. I remember growing it in all the places I have ever...

I was 20 years old and shared a VW bug with my brother.  We alternated weekends having that great car.  Luckily, the weekend of...