The world is crazier than most people know. But I know. I was a clinical social worker for forty years. I am a witness. I retired from social work to write about the sad, the mad, and the savage; with whom I have spent most of my life. I have decided to translate these stories into fiction, because, as a co-worker once said, "You couldn't make this sh*t up. No one would believe you."

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Jane:  She talks to foxes.   

     "Why me?" 
     "You have spirit."
     "I do?" Personally, I had always thought my "spirit" was just an anger problem.
     "You are about to embark on a very adventurous life," the fox said.
     "But I'm dull."
     "You're not dull at all. You will have many adventures. You will find great love."
     "You're out of your foxy little mind. I wouldn't know love if I stepped in it. Especially at my age."
     "But you will. And you remain beautiful. Your age, you will see, is irrelevant."
........I would like to say that I thought carefully about this bizarre event.....but....My life had come crashing down around my ankles so fast that I had abandoned all thought and hope that things would ever make sense. A cautious, deliberate life had left me nothing but broke on the sidewalk, and I had surrendered every good habit I thought I had.

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