Author Archives: eastman

Last June, on a writing community webpage I joined a couple of years ago, I came across a notice calling for submissions to their new press.  In June I had two jobs that I loved and the thought of all … Continue reading →

This is a guest post from my friend Trudy. Together we are our own writer’s group and this essay came from one of our recent meetings. The Newtown tragedy has, for the most part, left the national spotlight, but its … Continue reading →

The young father who sat on our leather sofa in our cozy office about 15 feet away from me on Saturday morning had done nothing to cause me concern. All he was doing was visiting his 4-year-old son, whom he … Continue reading →

Thirty-four years ago, after two semesters at tiny St. Ed’s University and one semester at giant University of Texas, I decided to leave school. My course choices made about as much sense as if I had chosen them from slips … Continue reading →

This time of year I have to be very careful with whom I strike up a conversation. Many of my friends and acquaintances tend to have these long and detailed conversations about a topic that, quite honestly strikes fear into … Continue reading →

My Dad, Jimmy Carter and me Friday, February 10, 2006 I have a crush on Jimmy Carter. I think he can fix all the worlds’ ills and strife just by opening his mouth and allowing that soft, gentle Southern accent … Continue reading →

Near death experiences are pretty simple; they end one way…or the other. It’s the “near” part that one gets to live to tell and that part is what I am going to tell you about now. A couple of weeks, … Continue reading →

Hello, dear readers. I’m resposting again…just to keep things updated! This one is an old favorite and bears repeating…Thanks, as always, for your support! I think I’m about to coin a new term…ready? “Civic Delinquency”. You know what I’m talking … Continue reading →

“In the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes.” Andy Warhol When I was little, I used to stay up late at night and watch the Johnny Carson Show. (Do I have to link to Wikipedia here for the … Continue reading →

On February 24th , I picked up Annie from the bus station because she came up from Brooklyn to help me the next day with an event I was hosting at my home. She dug through her bag and pulled … Continue reading →