Today, Lily, 9 and I play with the concept of Throwback Thursday, a Facebook activity. People post old photos of themselves on a Thursday. We’ve given it our own twist: welcome to Flashback Friday!   Here is our subject:     Lily, what do you see?...

Lily, 9 and I are adjusting to a major life event. One month ago yesterday, Marjorie “Margie” Jean Abraham, aka Mom, died. All of us are, understandably, sad about this. The published obituary that tells the story of her life can be found here:  ...

9, Lily, it’s finally here! This Saturday and Sunday we’re part of Washington Ballet Academy’s performance of Alice in Wonderland!   That’s my favorite story of all time! Mine as well, though some of my benighted peers think it’s for children.   Me three! At...

Hey 9! Hey Lily! Welcome back! I’ve missed you the past three weeks while spinning a serial tale of near-future dystopian gloom.   I wondered where you went. Did you do that “Seventh Day” thing again?   As current events seemed to cry out for it, I did. And...

The third and final installment of The Seventh Day. Readers, please don't let this world come to pass!   * * * * * *   Marge didn’t speak Thursday morning, and Joe had never been one for starting conversations, especially one-sided ones. The soysynth cooled...

Marge was sulking Tuesday morning. She fussed with the collar of her navy blue jumpsuit. “They could have left me a scarf or a belt or something.” Joe said nothing, thankful he had not been asked “Does this jumpsuit make me look fat?” He sipped his fabricated coffee -...