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    Breathing the cold autumn air off the still pond, and coughing from time to time, Cliff, wearing pajamas, dropped into a patio chair to spark his lighter and smoke. Head down, from a distance he could be praying. The L.I.R.R....

Part Two -Click to read Part One-     The applause was still going on when the professor stood up. He knew that he had carelessly let his opponent sandbag him regarding Plato’s theory and smiled in genuine admiration at his...

He held the Bible out in front of him and spoke softly. “This jewel of a book, this sine qua non text on how to live the moral life — glorious . . . inspiring . . . dramatic . . . innocence lost . . . redemption . . . salvation . . . is extraordinary in the totality of its vision regarding the journey of the human spirit. Yet, I am here to tell...

    My worst date happened to occur on Halloween Eve, in 1985. Back then I was one of the 30-something, single professional women living on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.     I was meeting a blind date to go to...

    After a while, the men ran, while Jani and Liddy took naps. Jani soon came down to read her Lorrie Moore in the living room. But she lost herself to the pines outside, now in the sun, now in shade, pondering Rod and Alan....

    By breakfast Saturday morning, Jani’s new doctor friend Alan, and her grandmother, Lydia, had grown quite comfortable with each other. They both liked Jane Austen and Dickens. Jani had loved “A Tale of Two Cities...

I met Luke many years ago when we were college students. We were working at a resort hotel in the Berkshires. He was a waiter, who occasionally spilled soup onto the laps of guests.

    Lilliana’s arms and fingers worked at a frightening speed. Each note she struck with the bow, each sound that echoed in the concert hall, reverberated with a force. She moved her head as if it were a gavel, pounding, to...

    Some people are good liars. There is the kind of lying that is found deep in the blood; inherited lying. And then there is the kind of lying that is learned. I knew which type of liar Ed was as soon as he became my father.