Alan GartenhausReminiscenceI stop in the middle of the sidewalk to adjust my scarf against the winter’s chill. Cold weather no longer suits me. Neither does…Nov 25, 2018Nov 25, 2018
Alan GartenhausCrazy Out Loud“We may be the only sane family you have,” Uncle Olin said, his head twisted backward as he yelled at me. “I hate to say that, but it’s…Jun 26, 2017Jun 26, 2017
Alan GartenhausHunger and ThirstWe saw each other at the same time. He took off. At the crest of the hill, he turned and glared at me. From this distance, the dog looked…May 27, 2016May 27, 2016
Alan GartenhausIn the WoodsI was six-and-a-half. Chris was three years older. He had moved to our neighborhood from a place called Michigan, where snow stayed on the…Nov 7, 2015Nov 7, 2015