The House on Standpipe Hill

On one of the highest hills in Orange, Virginia, in the shadow of the hundred-foot standpipe that once held…

Trains

In those days, Orange was a railroad town, a dangerous little town. Two tracks, one owned by Southern Railways and the other by the Chesapeake…

Sledding in the Shadow of the Standpipe

It was cold that year, unusually cold for Virginia, the gray clouds hanging heavy in the…

The Light

A week later, I stepped into the empty house. The furniture was sold last week and Saturday’s garage sale disposed of miscellaneous items…

Runaway Table

I grew up in a one-horse town. You know, one of those cut in half by the Southern Railroad track, a town where the well-heeled send…

I Had a Flat in Montesson:

Introduction to my book in process. (Yes, it is real.)

Like many people, I always wanted to write a book, but also like most of them, never got around to it or thought perhaps my life was too dull to be interesting to others. Yes, there are many business…

Hand on the Shoulder: Finding freedom in the confluence of love and career

The Silk Mill

An excerpt from “Hand on the Shoulder: Finding freedom in the confluence of love and career.”

The Sauna

I blink, trying to see through my steamed-up glasses. I’d stop to wipe them, but my hands are full of towels and massage oil. I’ll just find my way to the sauna. I stumble against the bench chair. Its occupant mutters something in German, not angrily I hope.

The Black Kid

At the age of six or eight, I liked to play with toy soldiers. World War II was raging in Europe and the far East, so I tried to…