Fiction

I first met my Uncle Dave when I was 5 years old and he returned to our home in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, after serving in World War II.  My mom and her sister, Leah, Dave’s two sisters, threw a big welcome home party and roasted chickens...

According to Wikipedia, Adolph Hitler entertained dinner guests by whistling.                 Since June, 1945, stories have circulated of performances of Beethoven’s Ninth during which...

I grew up by the shore, was born there and spent my youth there. And I’m glad for it. I enjoyed my time there — the sea and sand and breezes. It was very pleasant indeed. Peaceful.

As I look at my two first-place metal plaques from the 1992 Hampton Classic Horse Show, I think longingly about my riding and competing days. The medals have the familiar gold Hampton Classic logo in the middle on a red background, blue border, and...

My ocean town struggles to pick up leaves, offer summer school, and keep our library open. Every day now more men stand at the railroad station, waiting to be chosen for work. Because it’s thought the Hispanics will work for less...

PART TWO Corelli paused for a moment, his black eyes seizing hers. Then he broke into a wide smile.         Louise tried to return the smile but only did so with a feeling that made her wonder if she looked foolish...

PART TWO     Corelli paused for a moment, his black eyes seizing hers. Then he broke into a wide smile.             Louise tried to return the smile but only did so with a feeling that...

The whole trip had gone badly. It was her idea to get away for a week in Geneva, but Martin only reluctantly agreed at the last minute when he suddenly announced that he needed to be in Sicily for a few days. “We could tack it onto the...

Victoria, an 84-year-old Iraqi Jewish widow, is hosting her first cooking class and hopes, against all odds and reason, that the only student who shows up might be the child of the daughter she gave up for adoption many years before. “What...

“Never hand me any art projects while I am on the toilet. Wait until you hear a flush and my hands are dry. Just don’t open the door. Don’t. When you are older you will be glad I asked you to do this.”

From my fourth-floor lanai I watch them enter. Men clad in white and blue jackets, colorful ties and pressed pants; women in evening gowns and fancy purses, decked out in glitter and gold, their hair beautifully coiffed, as if they’ve just...

Here I sit, on the aft deck of a sleek, 70-foot-long sport fishing boat, looking out over an empty ocean, not another vessel in sight. Mark Canter has disappeared into the cabin, where he is now likely selecting the proper knife — he has an...

Charlie Kane sat at the head of the dinner table among those he cherished most, concealing a hideous truth. He wondered how he was able to swallow down his food, to joke, lightheartedly, with his sisters. Had he always expected this outcome, or was...