Stories

FIRE & ICE        DRESDEN 1945 Dresden is a jewel of Baroque architecture so perfect it could be a movie set.  The city, with its delicate beauty, shimmers in the calm waters of the Elbe River in eastern Germany.  ‘Baroque’ is curls and curly cues, fat cherubs and oval windows, playful decorations without…

In her purple-blue scarf, brilliant gold blouse and crimson skirt, Margaret had somehow vanished into the bulk of St Peter’s Basilica, somewhere in the swirling mass of worshippers and tourists.  It seemed impossible since, in that outfit, I figured she’d be visible from outer space.  At least she hadn’t worn her neon green jumpsuit, the…

Story 1 of a series.   Biking the Danube River Valley takes training, skill, patience and intuition.  I have none of those.  So how does someone who would be considered elderly on a life insurance demographic chart survive such a journey?  I’d like to say fortitude, strength of will or some other self aggrandizing wonder term. …

Harriet wasn’t really clumsy, No, not at all. She had, after all, a reputation as a good tennis player so that must have counted for something. But she had gestured at dinner and tipped over wine glasses or, once, she turned too quickly in a store and her backpack swept the shelf behind her clean.…