Tag Archives: Life

The Penny

Short Fiction for Guests of the WordFeeder
Monday, November 30, 2009

“Danny!” Ed grabbed the arm of his friend, yanking him back onto the curb just as a taxi in a hurry cut the corner way too close. “What don’t you understand about ‘Don’t Walk’?”

“The blonde in front of me went for it?”

“I don’t think she’s your type.”

“Yeah, what type is that?” He wasn’t really paying attention, his eyes still following the girl down the sidewalk across the street until she disappeared into a forest of pedestrians.

“The kind that dates unemployed men.”

“You worry too much. We haven’t been laid off yet.”
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Saul’s Laws:* #12. Housekeeping

Sunday, November 22, 2009
*See the Preface to the “Saul’s Laws” page at the WordFeeder.

Let’s not forget Mom. She had her laws, too. This is one of them. Saul’s law #12 is really Minnie’s law of housekeeping: Straighten up as you go.

When I was a little kid, while my father was at work and my sister in school, I would follow my mother around the house while she did the cleaning. She was always talking to me, about everything, explaining in often meticulous detail precisely what she was doing. And she would give me little things to do to help her. Get this, put away that. No, she wasn’t training me to be the family housekeeper or cook. My mother just thought that you should learn as much as you could, every chance you got, that the more you learned, the better you’d be, not just at what you were learning, but at everything you did.

She was very efficient. Following her around our house – a single story ranch with a full basement – I would find myself hustling to keep up, almost running sometimes until a grew into a longer, more fluid stride. That’s how I learned her secret. From room to room, whenever she passed something that she could straighten up “on the fly,” so to speak, she did. Little things, here and there, and, before you knew it, the whole house was clean. In fact, it was this technique of hers that prevented the place from getting all that messing in the first place.

Mom taught me that big messes are much harder to clean up. Turns out, it’s a concept that applies to life, as well as housekeeping.

Most people thought my father was the smarter of my two parents. Thinking back to what I learned growing up, and which one of them taught me what have turned out to be the most valuable lessons… Thinking back, I’m not so sure. Pretty much of a tossup, if you ask me.

(My mother also taught me how to pick out fruit, and other things maybe I’ll write about later.)

-wf


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Universal Healthcare: What a disappointment. Where is Candidate Obama now that we need him?

Saturday, November 21, 2009

On January 25, 2007, two years before his inauguration, Candidate, then US Senator Barack Obama spoke before a Families USA conference in Washington about the importance of healthcare reform:

In the 2008 campaign, affordable, universal health care for every single American must not be a question of whether, it must be a question of how. We have the ideas, we have the resources, and we must find the will to pass a plan by the end of the next president’s first term.

The Senate plan championed by Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid is flawed in many ways, chief among them it’s failure to cover more than 31 million of the 46 million Americans who are without coverage. Fifteen million of our countrymen are being excluded from coverage, principally because President Obama won’t approve legislation which is not “deficit neutral.” In effect, our President has mandated that healthcare reform either pay for itself or get out of Dodge, that is, or he won’t approve it. (All of sudden he’s worried about the budget deficit?!)
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Missing the Point: And Senator Reid wonders why so many Americans hold Congress in such low esteem?

Thursday, November 19, 2009

No question about it, Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid has done his best to devise healthcare reform legislation that the Congressional Budget Office would agree will be “deficit neutral,” or better. That means that it would produce at least much savings and income as it costs. In fact, the CBO estimates that the Senator’s bill, while costing us $849 billion, will actually end up saving us $127 billion, albeit over 10 years – an accomplishment in which the Senator and our President take considerable pride.
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The Babysitter

Sunday, November 15, 2009
Short Fiction for Guests of the WordFeeder

7:38 PM. In an urban neighborhood of multi-million dollar townhomes, Mrs. Cheung, the family’s live-in housekeeper, pushes the left door to the first floor study all the way open. The woman of the house sits behind the antique kitchen table she uses as a desk, her laptop open, papers strewn about with little semblance of order. Her husband is slumped in the corner of their leather sofa, his tie and shirt loose about his neck, his hair, what was left of it, flopping as if it hadn’t been combed since he’d showered that morning, because it hadn’t, his feet up on the ottoman he’d rolled over from the matching chair a few feet away…

“Can I get either of you anything before we close the kitchen for the evening?”

Rubbing her face with the whole of her hand, she thought for only a moment before responding. “No thank you, Delores. I’ll get a yogurt or something before I go up. ..Long day for all of us. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Good night then,” she said, smiling politely.
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Relationship Saving Time

Short Fiction for Guests of the WordFeeder
Sunday, November 9, 2009

2:10 AM, Sunday, November 1, 2009

Ralph had fallen asleep on his living room couch, some late night movie playing on the TV across from him, his right arm lying in a pile of popcorn from the bowl he’d knocked over when he passed out. In retrospect, he should have never put his feet up on the coffee table. At the end of a long, stressful day, nothing put him to sleep faster. The sound of a gentle rain falling on the fire escape outside his apartment window hadn’t made staying awake any easier.
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“TV report on breast self-exam bares all.”* The shame of using breast cancer to improve ratings.

Friday, October 30, 2009

*Headline to the Washington Post article by Paul Farhi, Thursday, October 29, 2009.

According to the article in yesterday’s Washington Post which led me to write this piece, 1 in 8 American women will have invasive breast cancer at some time in her life, 1 in 35 American women will die from it. I have a wife, a daughter, a sister and women who are friends. Breast cancer is very, very serious business, an horrific disease which is attacking half our population in epidemic numbers. Nothing I say in this piece should be construed as diminishing the critical nature of this disease or the need to do absolutely everything we can to fight it. Continue…

Congratulations!

Thursday, October 22, 2009

You see those feet in the picture across the top of my home page? The ones on the right are my son’s, taken on the day he graduated from law school.

Well, he made partner today at his law firm. Very impressive.

His mother and I are very proud and, while we were proud of him anyway, this is a particularly wonderful moment for which he deserves extra special credit.

Way to go, Son!

We love you.

-wf (aka “Daddy”)


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The Eulogy

Short Fiction for Guests of the WordFeeder
Sunday, October 18, 2009

Herbert never did like his first name and had labored his entire life, from elementary school until today, his 24th birthday, to have people, especially his closest friends if he’d had any, to call him anything but. To be precise, he detested “Herb” and especially “Herbie,” too. “Bert” reminded him of “Ernie.” …“Jake.” That’s what he wanted people to call him, thinking it was cool, manly and cool, a name that the ladies would find compelling. …”Jake,” because he needed all the help he could get.

Lying there in his hospital bed, the expression on his face was somber. His eyes closed, arms by his side, he was surrounded by a handful of his coworkers from The Acme Inventions Company wondering what took the life of their colleague. Herbert was dead.   Continue…

Lost

Short Fiction for Guests of the WordFeeder
Sunday, October 11, 2009

The strong rap, rap of the knocker on Doctor Mazor’s front door was still in his head when the doctor’s wife pulled it open with her usual enthusiasm. “Hi, Alan,” she smiled in a way that made perfect strangers feel welcome, “Com’on in. Charlie’s in his study waiting for you.”

“Hey, Arlene,” he responded, barely raising the corners of his mouth. She didn’t understand, of course, but it was the best he could manage. He tried looking at her, but couldn’t hold it for more than a second. Avoiding the usual polite chit chat, he started down the hallway alone.

“You know the way,” she reassured him, her voice trailing off to nothing, realizing their neighbor and long-time friend obviously wasn’t in the mood to be sociable. This was a professional visit. Continue…