Articles by Carol Hoenig

When I found out that Peter Osnos had written a memoir, I put it at the top of my reading list. Granted, An Especially Good View: Watching History Happen, is a book that some readers wouldn’t have interest in, unless they appreciate journalism, history and the publishing industry. It so happens [...]

He didn’t know he’d be going to war that day After all, it began in its usual way Thought he’d get something for that evening’s meal A mass of bullets shouldn’t have been in the deal He didn’t know he’d be going to war that day He didn’t know it would end in an unusual way   She [...]

This is my third or fourth attempt at getting down into words what I’m trying to say after having watched the movie “Harriet” that was on HBO Saturday night. After having written several paragraphs, I would delete, shift or put them on the back burner, so to speak, in my frustration. It took [...]

If I were to be honest, I’ve been working on a prequel to my novel “Without Grace” for several years now. Needless to say, I am not one of those who rushes to get a book written. I think that instant gratification in this self-publishing climate doesn’t honor the work. That said, I have [...]

There are different opinions about certain monuments being dismantled, destroyed, taken down. I am of the opinion that many of these monuments shouldn’t have been erected in the first place, where admiration was given to men who killed and maimed—not in self-defense but in a belief that they [...]

Here a Snafu, There a Snafu, Everywhere a Snafu The Volkswagen kept a steady pace with the flow of traffic. Lottie rarely had the opportunity to drive and wasn’t eager to get to Denny’s anytime soon. As far as she was concerned, her family were little more than acquaintances, except for Denny. [...]

As soon as she saw the wasps circling her daughter, she scooped her up and ran back to the road as quickly as possible with Bethany peeing all over her. That’s when she figured it probably would have been wiser to pull off the main drag to find a bona fide bathroom. “Hey, who is this?” [...]

Just as Jeff started to head back outside, she said, “Would you please go upstairs and tell Josh to turn down that music?” Denise was in the kitchen with her mother. She started the pie crust so that it would be ready when Jeff returned with the apples. [...]

Coach didn’t know Chopin from Mozart, but oh how he tried when they first started seeing each other. The memory made her smile until she glanced in her rearview mirror and thought the Caravan creeping up behind her could very well be her sister. Emily turned up the car stereo to drown out the [...]

He took a sip of his coffee, so strong he could almost taste the grinds, while Gail was still missing in action. She’d been in the ladies room a good ten minutes.           Gail had excused herself to hit the ladies room in the dive of a diner, which was nothing more than a roadside [...]