I went to the tiny town of Laugarvatn in southern Iceland to spend a month at an artists colony writing a novel. Little did I know that I was about to become re-re-obsessed with Bobby Fischer. I initially became obsessed with Bobby Fischer back in …Read More
(Note: The Cello is a short short story I wrote last year. It was published in Flash Fiction Magazine.)
Doug waited in the audience for his wife’s cello to appear, in the arms of a young man named Christopher Hsieh, according to the concert program.
He had met them – his wife and her cello, that is – sixty-one years ago, at a performance of the Dutch Symphony Orchestra.Read More
Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?
For my very first post ever, as I create this website, I thought I should say something really profound. So I decided to tackle the age-old question above.Read More