Fiction

Every June, Jameson celebrated the end to another school year by waiting in line for Shakespeare in the Park tickets. He had an entire morning to stretch out on a newspaper and consider a new life. He received his tickets by noon and then wandered...

Strange, isn’t it, that two dedicated psychotherapists with criminal pasts would wind up helping hundreds of patients? We tend to see good people as essentially good, and bad people as stripped of decency. These two men were complicated combinations...

I’ve never considered myself a particularly brave person. I’ve taken plenty of career risks and had some daring adventures, but when it comes to hazardous or physically dangerous activities like skiing, bungee-jumping, skydiving, or mountain-...

“Masticate your food,” Uncle Moe said. He and Aunt Blanche had joined my parents, me, and my sister, Nina, on a vacation in the Catskills, at a place called the Vegetarian Hotel, which we had nicknamed “the Veggie.”
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Never had the Hamptons seemed more of a refuge to me than on that night. And never had I needed one more than I did that night.

A half-century ago, I took part in what could only be called a great experiment. Would deafening decibels of 55,000 screaming teenagers result in loss of hearing? Would Brownie camera flashbulbs simultaneously popping off cause little black dots to...

My wife and I bought our first house in the early 1960s and quickly found out that it was too small. We decided to have an extra room added that would serve as our master bedroom.

Janice’s feet were in the stirrups and a sheet was covering her Brazilian waxed parts when she asked her gynecologist, “Why do I feel like I want to join a nunnery? I’d rather go to the dentist than have sex.”

I had become interested in the old man in spite of his gruff manner. His words were like the newspapers reporting things that were important.

A man craggy as granite rock had a habit of putting the flag up on his mailbox. He never had anything to mail, nor did the mail deliver much of anything except circulars, which he pasted to cylindrical form before burning them in his porcelain...

When the right engine of his Cessna 310 sputtered and quit, Nick Melon wasn’t thinking about the $10 million he had stacked in the back of his plane. He wasn’t thinking about the shark-friendly waters of the Gulf of Mexico below, nor was he thinking...

The explosion of 20 bombs in the city center had thrown Belfast into complete chaos. Ambulances, fire trucks, and rescue units filled the streets. Royal Victoria Hospital was overwhelmed with the injured. The Army and police had set up roadblocks....