One evening in the middle of summer, I found myself in Albuquerque on a business trip. Maybe it was the balmy New Mexico air, or the fact that I had earlier spotted a teenage girl strolling down Central Avenue, dressed in white low rider jeans and …
The conversation was polite but nuanced. At least she was picking up on my double entendres. When we exchanged photos, I nearly fell off my bed. She’d be considered a knockout in any part of the world. I told her exactly that, and asked if she …
My little Sister turns the key and swings open the door to her room at State U. I’m astonished by what I see. One wall is devoted to photos that Manda has taken of me–hundreds of them. They’re dominated by a poster-sized enlargement, captured in our …
Gina and I were going to dinner so we had planned to meet at her apartment at six. I drove over and let myself in. “Hey, I’m here,” I said as I entered but she was nowhere to be seen. Looking around her living room toward …
I was bored with the book I was reading and decided to take a look out of my hotel room’s one and only window. This wasn’t one of Victoria’s “view” hotels and, admittedly, not one of its better neighborhoods. The only view I got was of …
OK: Note of explanation here. This became a much longer and larger story than I’d first envisioned. So I went back to do re-writes of parts and add more development of the two central people, as well as the supporting cast. It’s not done yet, …
Her name was Casey Fernandez. She was 34, shoulder-length hair the colour and sheen of a horse-chestnut fresh from its case, deep dark eyes, high cheek bones, a mouth that promised much and (as I discovered) delivered more. We were not exactly living together all the …
“Dad, I have to make a confession, but I believe something good will come of it. It really is no secret that your marriage to Melissa is in shambles. You even sleep in separate bedrooms. This was such a happy house in the beginning. You …
