Short Stories

I came of age in a time of no heroes. That was until I met Ivan Boesky, no, not the guy who went to jail for insider trading. I met Ivan during my freshman year of college. His nick name was Sterling. He sold pot out of his dorm room, just a couple hundred feet […]

The gum in my mouth is growing stale as I sit in my car next to the foreboding building. It is hard to believe that less than a year ago , I was so frightened that it took me 6 months to make an appointment. After reading a fairly vague post on Facebook from a

“Mom can I get a hamster?” asked my eight year old son. I didn’t answer. “If I save my money I can get a cage” he continued I ignored him. If I get a boy and a girl, they can have babies and I can sell them. I bit my tongue. “Then I can make

A young man sits across from me and eats his lunch without saying a word. I also eat my sandwich in silence despite the ten inches that separated us. If either of us looks up at the same time we will be staring each other right in the face. Neither of us does. Chew, chew,

She told me the garbage men would take it away. “They take everything” she said confidently. “They can’t take everything” I said disbelievingly. “Yeah, yeah, you just leave it at the curb” she said ignoring my protests. “There’s no way they take everything. They can’t possibly take furniture or appliances.” “Yeah, All year long, just leave

“I was too in jail,” shouted my ex to my 12-year-old son. “No you weren’t!” he shouted back. It is 9:00 PM on a Friday night. I hear them fighting from my bedroom. I am already tucked away in my pajamas, in my bed, me and my wife. We are watching a recorded episode of

When I was in college, redeeming deposit bottles from a two day beer blast was a necessity.  Most of us couldn’t afford paying a 5 cent deposit without at least knowing that the future held the promise of a 5 cent refund. By the time I had my first job, the process of returning empty

I am sitting outside my house waiting for my ex, to drop off the kids. I am waiting for her and her red van. When we were together she wanted to drive a red van. She said it was her dream. She had found a 15 passenger red van at a nearby dealership and begged

The creaking of the swing set outside my window is just another reminder of what I don’t have. My own house is quiet. Outside, amidst the creaking swing set I hear laughter. My house is still recovering from the latest siege, my mother screaming and pulling my hair in her attempt to subdue me. From

Imagine you want to open a restaurant. You are certain of its success. Then the first customer enters and oooops you forgot about the food. Then you run out and buy food but yikes, you forgot to hire a cook. Then you hire a cook but uh-oh you have no money to pay them. Welcome