Lisa Geichman Prosek

On June 29, 2008, at 3:29 p.m., while I strolled through Barnes & Noble, a Red Hot Chili Peppers CD caught my eye. I picked it up and examined it as “Phyllis Geichman” popped up on my phone’s screen. I sighed. Mom wanted to talk. I was busy trying to find a gift for a […]

One time when I was a little girl, I asked Dad how fires spread from one tree to another. He described the process during a twenty-minute orientation about physical and chemical properties. Dad’s a chemist, and he knows about these things. I’d posed the question on our weekly trip to the doctor’s office to get […]

I hold my ten-month-old grandson, Carter, in my arms as we stand by the door waving good-bye to his parents for the evening. I’m not strong and find Carter so heavy that I can hardly hold him. Still, I manage to let loose with one hand and wave. I don’t much like doing it. I […]

Every morning after Romey, my fourteen-year-old toy poodle, has been pottied, fed, watered, medicated, and loved on, he and I go into the office and take our normal places on the loveseat. I set to work while Romey pretends to doze off. He gives me ten minutes to get fully involved in reading or writing. […]

Money’s tight these days, but I needed some summer footwear. So, when I heard about $2.50 shoes for sale at a widely known specialty-clothing store, I had to pick up a pair. Now, every morning I slide my feet into the plain rubbery black flip-flops. The distinct sound they make as I walk around the […]