“I Can’t Breathe” is the name of the first story I ever read by Ring Lardner. It concerns a well-to-do 18-year-old girl who is infatuated, off and on, with several boys.
Because of the traumatic brain injury created by electroconvulsive therapy—shock treatments, I can’t give you a timeline in any order.
Just in time for the new school year, here’s an article on those lovely little creatures we call “children.” This, of course, is fiction. Or is it?
The other morning my agent from Red Willow Talent sent me a text asking “Can you send a couple of voice-overs of you doing an auctioneer?”
The fact is that between us, Burt and I have over 150 accumulated years.
Over that period of time we have been witness to many events.
There are many ways to fill in that blank, it depends on who’s reading it.
I will admit that I’m a very stubborn fellow sometimes. As a matter of fact, very stubborn for about 49 years
Fur, fins or feathers… I’ve lived with, and loved them all.
You don’t have to know who Arthur Ravenel, Jr. is to enjoy this story, but I’ll tell you who he is anyway. He served in the United States Marine Corps ( that’s pronounced “Core” by the way) from 1945 to 1946.
I found myself sitting on a rock under the palm tree feeling the beat of my heart. My reflection shows a quiet smile filled with love and a sense of belonging.