Lenore Weiss

“To study the history of mentalities is to enter the arena of human experience most resistant to change.” –Marc Bloch, The Historian’s Craft This week I didn’t need my GPS

Hiding on a branch, Blue spotted Leah and Ms. Meow’s striped grey tail. Neither of them was going to like what he had to say, but how could he blame

Blue had friends in high places and decided it was time to visit Ruby the Great Horned Owl. They’d known each other since they’d been fledglings. He approached her tree

Leah’s mother found the trail at the end of the development and pushed her way past the sawhorses, bull dozers lined up like circus elephants. “Leah! It’s me, Mom,” she

Excuse me, sir, but need an assist? I can see that you’re sitting around like a hang-dog watching the water recede from your porch like someone’s pulled the bathtub plug