Most Memorable

My Barber Ben by Barth Landor

image of floor by barber chair with pieces of hir

My barber Ben cut hair in Auschwitz. He spent three and a half years in a darkness in which it would seem impossible for anything to have grown, including hair.

Four Times More Likely by Rae Pagliarulo

small bottles of hard liquor

When my father said the word predisposed, I felt a twinge of nerves. We were having “the talk.” Not the one about birds or bees, but something bigger and scarier that my brother and I would have to inevitably face…

Gun-Sitting by Sue Repko

close-up of rifle

It was a Saturday morning … and I was in a community art school, awaiting the arrival of a handful of seventh-grade students in the fledgling PILOT program—Pottstown Influential Leaders of Tomorrow.

Card Catalogues by Marcia Bradley

card catalog close-up shot

My daughter Frances is a reader. Not that she’d appreciate me telling you this. She doesn’t like me to categorize her. Even though saying someone is a reader should be good. Right? It’s not like saying she’s a thief.