Lenore Weiss

During my father’s stay in the hospital, my mother was diagnosed with an advanced cancer. A year after his death, my sister called from Florida, this time to say that

We made an emergency appointment at the Long Island Jewish Hospital with a doctor that my oldest sister knew. I had an abscess that was about to burst due to

The sick monster living inside my stomach sat down with me to dinner. I could hear the sick monster rumbling, hoarding my food in a secret stomach pouch under my

Gradually my explorations fanned out to Southern Boulevard and to the Hunts Point Palace, which in its heyday hosted bands from all over the city, but was now a dance

Thanks to the editors and readers of Spillwords for showcasing my story, “Love for Sale.” Call it too many years of online dating. Like the story, by clicking the little

For years, I stumbled in company like a strap-hanger in the subway trying to keep my balance as the train sped along to its next stop. I wanted to discover