PART TWO
Franklin was flattered. Fifi knew that a long time ago he had been a songwriter, and some of the children’s songs he and his writing partner had written were...
My sister Nancy, brother Murray, and I, the youngest, would go to Grandpa’s farm each summer while my mother was teaching art at Tripp Lake Camp in Maine. We loved it and looked...
Wally was turning 90. I never thought he’d make it past 70 so it was cause for celebration. I blew up the green balloons that I had left over from St. Paddy’s Day and made...
February 15, 1968, Quang Tri Province, Vietnam
I’m in my 9th month of a 13-month tour as a Marine grunt, leading a rifle platoon of salty Marines, Delta One, on...
When his once beautiful East End Avenue view was blocked by a new high-rise, Seth T. Schmule, Esq., had to stop using his telescope. He had recently taken the developer to court for...
I remember when we arrived. It was April 1958 and our farmhouse on Miankoma Lane was already 59 years old. I was six and my brother not quite four. On our first day...
The Star welcomes submissions of essays for its “Guestwords” column, of between 700 and 1,200 words, and of short fiction, between 1,000 and 2,000 words.
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