I’m no better than the people on the back of the plane. Not really. I just outworked them and made better decisions. These first class seats don’t come cheap and having the means to sit one’s ass in them doesn’t …
I’m 75 years old and, at the time of writing (October 2022), President Putin is threatening a nuclear war, my boiler is misbehaving, and governmental fiscal foolishness is knocking a big hole in my pension pot. So why am I …
I have to blog.
By that, I don’t mean I have to vomit, though if you said “I have to blog” eight years ago, there’s a good chance people would think “impending barf.” Here in 2006, the verb “blog” …
We’ve been doing this for a while. It’s the kind of thing you can do when you’re with your partner for a long time. You know it’s not right, not polite, but if you can do it unobtrusively, what the …
Randy scratched his bristly cheek. Got to get me some nose candy. Need money. Standing alone in the kitchen he shared with three roommates in Poway, California, he ate pungent tuna out of a can. A diamond stud pierced his nose, …
Welcome to Chez Rachel, your home away from home!
I’m so glad you’ve chosen my rental property! (Thank you!) This welcome binder contains some handy tips to make your visit as fruitful as possible.
Chez Rachel is conveniently located just …
“On my first day of summer vacation” was always our first writing assignment when we got back to school. This year I had a doozy of a story, and no one will believe it.
I started my essay by saying …
We met when we were six. The house we moved to, on Havelock Street, was opposite Stink’s house. It was a small street with about fifteen houses. Houses pushed together in a tight terrace, all with the same backyards. We …
Everything is a frying pan when you’re coated in grief.
Debbie Feit is an accidental mental health advocate, unrelenting Jewish mother and author of The Parent’s Guide to Speech and Language Problems(McGraw-Hill) as well as numerous texts to her …
‘Granddad, where are we?’
Ralph made a panoramic sweep of the field and bit his bottom lip. The setting was alien to the town dweller.
‘I, er..’
They were in a meadow of warm calf-high grasses that swayed in a …