Short Stories - Page 2 of 7

50 YEARS LATER

The Clifton Central High School Class of 1975 held its 50th reunion last weekend—and yes, my wife and I actually went for a change. Back in ’75, they handed us a diploma, shook our hands,…

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A ROSE FOR BILLY

My husband, Dan, was transferred to Scottsdale, Arizona, so we moved from Chicago to a newer ranch-style home in the charming small town of Cave Creek. It felt like the perfect place to land, especially…

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SKENE MANOR, THE MANSION THAT WAITED

Present Day Having accepted a CEO position with a major hospital in upstate New York, my wife, Hannah, and I began searching for homes online. Nothing quite caught our eye, so we decided to spend…

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DAY 2 OF BILLY GOATS CURSE: BLEACHERS, BOYS, AND BASEBALL

It was a warm, sunny Monday in Chicago, October 1945. Game 6 of the World Series was about to begin, and Wrigleyville buzzed like a hornet’s nest. The Cubs were back from Detroit, having taken…

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GOOD VIBRATIONS – THE BEACH BOYS STORY

As many know, Brian Wilson passed away a few weeks ago at the age of 82. He was the creative force behind the legendary American band, The Beach Boys. Now for the backstory. Formed in…

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THE COIN FLIP OF A LIFETIME

Toward the end of 1978, I was an aimless twenty-one-year-old living with my parents in the small town of Chebanse, Illinois. I had just moved back home at their request as we had recently buried…

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MY PERSONAL ODYSSEY

During an endocrinologist appointment in April of 2024, I weighed a svelte 320 pounds – the heaviest I’ve ever been in my life. I say svelte with the kind of irony only someone hauling around…

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BLOOD IN THE INK

Excerpt from my recently published book Prologue– It Speaks to Me October 1897. Slains Castle, North Yorkshire. I came here to write the finishing chapters of Dracula. The early drafts had taken shape at the…

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RAY’S LAST PITCH

I stopped by the hospital one Saturday afternoon to sit with my grandfather, Ray. He had been in a coma for three days, and at 102 years old, he wasn’t expected to live much longer.

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THE PHANTOM’S EPILOGUE

New York City, March 1920 I am dying – this time, I believe, for real. I have not left my chambers on the twelfth floor of the Chatsworth in Manhattan for several weeks now, too…

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