by Richie Smith | Apr 30, 2020 | Covid-19, Memoir
RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Milano Terminus It was only fairly recently that I saw the opera, Puccini’s Tosca for the first time. It was in my home town, New York City.Near the end, Tosca’s...
by wdr staff | Feb 18, 2020 | Memoir
RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Almost Sleeping with a Sister I once met a woman at a dance club in Israel. Her name was Ora, which translated as “of the light.” Her first language was Russian, so...
by Richie Smith | Nov 25, 2019 | Memoir
RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Fair Memories of Two Fairs I remember my father telling me about the 1939 world‘s fair. He was only five years old back then. It was only a year or so after his...
by Richie Smith | Jul 24, 2019 | Memoir
RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Man Over Moondust The spice and the dust Flavors my insides Silicates and curries. Footprints on the brink of my heart, memories of craters and a Smiling man on a...
by Richie Smith | Feb 19, 2018 | Memoir
RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact The Breezeway Why don’t I have socks? I hate getting dressed for school when I can’t find socks. Breakfast is ready but I can’t find socks. “Mommy, I don’t have...
by Richie Smith | Jan 22, 2018 | Memoir
RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact A School Lunch It was Mrs. H. in second grade, who told Sal and Douglas to get behind the bookcase because they weren’t behaving properly. Unfortunately, she forgot...
