In 1896, Brooklyn born and famous vaudeville singer, Maude Nugent, composed and wrote the lyrics to Sweet Rosie O’Grady which became one of the most popular waltz standards of its time. Tin Pan Alley publisher Joseph W. Stern & Co rejected the song when she first tried to sell it to them, but they changed … More Vaudeville Singer/Song-Writer
Ever since I was a child, I used to gaze at my reflection in the pond or in the looking glass and wonder what was wrong with me–why my father didn’t love me. He has never shown me any affection. How I longed for a kind word, a tenderness in his manner toward me but … More My Father
He glanced up from his computer and realized that Shantel and he were the only ones in the office. Everyone else had left. It was Friday. Most people left either minutes before or exactly at five. And it was summer. People wanted to enjoy the nice weather. He wasn’t in any rush to get home. … More Co-Workers Turned Couple
It was her first day back to work after a month long vacation in Jamaica. Since she left there ten years ago, she hadn’t visited until now and was happy that she did. She had forgotten the verdant mountainsides, crystalline rivers and white beaches surrounded by a turquoise sea. She stayed with her cousin, Winston … More Her Boss
It stood there, a monochrome structure, unusual in appearance as tourists and curiosity seekers descended upon its immaculate grounds like a swarm of locusts. They came every year to see if it would cave in. The owners of the property were determined that it never would. As long as it remained standing, the money would … More Rebuilding/Monochrome #writephoto
After a swim in the ocean, she scrambled onto the beach where she found him. He was lying underneath the beam. Who was he? Where did he come from? Cautiously, she went over and examined him closely. He was unconscious and bleeding. She ran back to where her clothes lay and hurriedly got dressed then … More The Man on the Beach
I was so engrossed in the article I was reading on my laptop that I didn’t even notice that Marcia had walked into my office. I looked up when she tapped on the door frame. She was smiling broadly. “It’s April 12 today,” she said. I stared at her blankly. She looked great as usual. … More Lunch with Marcia
