Monthly Archives: March 2015

“I don’t eat anything that used to be cute.” “I don’t eat anything that swims.” (Or swam.) “I don’t eat anything in its natural habitat.” (Please remove the lobster, mussels, oysters, clams, scallops and shrimp from their shells.) “I’ll eat turkey, … Continue reading →

Originally posted on Eva Lesko Natiello:
photo by Luigi Torreggiani Winter drags its massive lumbering heels on its way to meet Spring. Its hair has grown long, its thick woolly layers are tattered and dirty. Spring should be close, should…

FROM THE LAUNDRY ROOM I am a writer. When asked, upon meeting someone new, “What do you do?” these four words are tough for me.  Lately, I’ve been wondering why. “I am a writer,” sounds silly, whimsical, not quite, “I’m … Continue reading →

Originally posted on Eva Lesko Natiello:
photo by Alio Viera The other night at dinner, I sat at the kitchen table with my teenage daughter. Some nights, “family dinner” means just us two. I’ve been getting used to making dinners…

Originally posted on The Backpack Press:
Welcome to “Prayer Beads on the Train!” I am very excited to announce the publication of my second collection of stories written on the MTA – the New York Transportation Authority, also known as…

Originally posted on Eva Lesko Natiello:
? What a week it’s been for THE MEMORY BOX. To my astonishment and squealing delight, it achieved the ranking of #1 on Amazon Kindle for American Literature! That lasted a few days which…

Originally posted on chocofigbee:
It seems that 90% of Canada is suffering through the worst Winter ever with blankets of snow and ice and blizzard conditions, while here in the “Banana Belt” of Canada, we have had an early Spring…

Spring Has Sprung.

The bulbs know.

Originally posted on Scribe Doll:
P. and T. kiss in public.  A swift, light peck on the lips, so full of tenderness and respect.  T. squeezes P.’s hand and he holds it, drawing strength from its warmth and reassurance.  I…