Diane HolcombWhen Innocence Wore Your Brother’s Baseball GloveThere was a time when young men went courting. They knocked on the front door carrying a bouquet of flowers, greeted the parents, and…Oct 24, 2017Oct 24, 2017
Diane HolcombThree Tips for Writers Who Get Blocked by PerfectionismHow many times does the heavy hand of perfectionism weigh down your writer’s hand, make mincemeat of your ideas, and damn the flow of words…Oct 7, 2017Oct 7, 2017
Diane HolcombBefore the Bulldozers CameI remember playing the horses, the two of us, heading for the track in my used Mercury Sable on one of those dusty Autumn afternoons. The…Apr 15, 2017Apr 15, 2017
Diane HolcombWhen the Knock ComesPalo Alto Weekly 26th Annual Short Story Contest First Place AdultApr 13, 2017Apr 13, 2017
Diane HolcombThe Jesus ChairI put that chair out at night. You know the one, the Jesus chair? The straight-backed chair from mama’s set of four that I kept after she…Apr 9, 2017Apr 9, 2017
Diane HolcombOnly the LonelyThe last cable car for the night, and a man with a hat slouches in the back. A woman swings on, tugging her skirt over her knees as she…Apr 8, 2017Apr 8, 2017