Bessie loved the summer. Even more she loved the bus rides to the mountains when everyone would sing together, everybody on the bus, all the union members singing along, her mother up front leading them, the loudest, the best. Mama, … Continue reading →

Marsha was seventeen, near the end of her junior year in high school, when she discovered she was pregnant. Carl, her boyfriend, was a year older and had just graduated from Manchester High. It seemed easier to marry immediately. They … Continue reading →

Jacob turned up his collar. Fifty-seventh and Sixth must be the windiest place in Manhattan. The corner cafe was her suggestion. He could hardly argue. Alice Taylor was the big-time, a real agent, not like the jokers who claimed to … Continue reading →