A Touch of Tarragon

My story about my grandmother's funeral...a harrowing experience for me when I was fifteen, is a finalist to appear in Chicken Soup for ...

Since childhood I always have knocked on wood, wished on falling stars, and said “rabbit” for good luck on the first day of each month. An...

Here's my Natty, looking shaggy, and then looking natty indeed, after his spring bath and lamb cut. Now that the weather's up in th...

The last arctic blast of the season sweeps through Northeast WA, but I remember the promise of prognosticator Punxsutawney Phil. I also favo...

After all, I have a choice. I can sit down at my laptop, toss the cats aside when they jump on the desk and curl their tails around the moni...

For the past few days I've been plagued with writer's block. Each time I sit down at my laptop I'm distracted by how I can't...

In the early 1960s I worked on my master's thesis in English at what then was called California State College at Long Beach. In my thesi...