“I lost my Booky,” I tell my father.
After a full day’s work for a clothing manufacturer, a gobbled dinner at the Automat, night classes in pattern-making, and finally a subway ride home to the Bronx, my father walks through …
“They did it again!” I shriek. Anything in flight fascinates my three-year old twin brothers, especially our family’s personal possessions flying out windows. Lying in the grass nine floors down is my fairy-godmother costume skirt.
I sprint out of the …
Biopsy: negative. Life back on track. Then Doc says, “However…”
Hannah Garson taught special needs children in New York City for 33 years. Her puzzles, short stories, essays, and articles have appeared in Highlights for Children, Chicken Soup for …
A mass behind my mother’s uterus has brought me to this oncology ward. I learn about debulking a tumor, lymph nodes and a tumor marker test called CA 125.
I will stay the night, sleeping on a makeshift bed fashioned …