I collect and keep treasures, I always have. Many I have to this day, a few, taken away from me, have disappeared, others were only mine physically for a short while, but remain and continue to grow within me in worth and beauty, some day by day. Most of the treasures are treasures to...
In Memory of My Uncle Mingo
March 2020 (Photo of Uncle Mingo at his 100th Birthday Celebration in March 2019) My uncle, Domingo Orozco, the last of six siblings and all their spouses, the last of his whole generation within our family, passed away one day shy of being 101 years old, a long life by any standard, and one lived...
One Day, It Will Only Be One
March 6, 2019 Just fainting she saidNot eaten for a while Serving dinner at church Finished, awaiting her own filet mignon An extra Sitting high on a stool Felt faint, hand outstretched Security camera caught it all Yes, outstretched armThen outReally whacked head on floorThey saidOuch Able to...
Sunday Morning, October 11, 2020
Sunday Morning, October 11, 2020 This Sunday morning, when I began to drink my hot cup of tea, heated up from the evening before in the microwave, always a horror to my daughters, I looked out the window to the street already lit by the morning sunlight, and as I collected my thoughts to prepare...
The Emperor of Japan
The Emperor of Japan When I worked for the IRS, I loved being selected for short work details to our National Office in Washington D.C. On one such detail, in June 1994, I was working in D.C. at the IRS building at 1111 Constitution Ave. And one afternoon, instead of just leaving by the side...
The Impressionist & Post-Impressionist Tour – Non-Fiction Short Story Excerpt
View from the Subway Car Leaving the Brooklyn Bridge Station And, as in fleeting moments such as this, my camera, still around my neck but achingly turned off and not in my hands, does not capture the sight of the middle-age black man, too well-dressed to be identified immediately as homeless, but...
An Image From The 2016 Election
An Image from the 2016 Election – November 2016 A man described to me how his son, the day after the election, told him that a friend, a boy in his 5th grade class, was crying at school. The father knew this friend and knew why he was crying. His son’s friend was Muslim. Smiling...
Larry of the Sneakers – Non-Fiction Short Story Excerpt
Larry of the Sneakers, the Whitest of White & The Great Walls Around Me, a Mile High and Two Miles Wide It was around Christmas, and I was home from college for the holidays when my father told me that Larry had been shot and killed. When my dad told me this, he looked down, silent, seeing...




