Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

I know what I’m supposed to say how I should act at least in this instance but for the life of me I can’t stand straight and fly right. Knowing the thing to do is not always enough to be … Continue reading →

When you don’t believe what do you live for? If for you there is no higher power then what directs your days? How do you keep going without some sort of faith? You gotta have faith, don’t you? I’m genuinely … Continue reading →

You can thank Able and Linn for chlorinating the water saving millions of lives and you can thank Edward Jenner for eradicating smallpox providing five hundred million with continued life or Norman Borlaug for feeding a quarter billion with some … Continue reading →

I wrote this when my father caught cancer. He was fighting for his life against his own body and I felt so helpless and had to find some way to take control of the chain of events and I couldn’t … Continue reading →

She wore yellow a long flowing hippie skirt and one of those tight angora sweaters, the kind that just compels you to reach out and pet it. The sweater was striking and so was she and while we’d spoken a … Continue reading →

After we parted I didn’t get into a fight with those four jerks who called me some kind of a clerk. I didn’t break any bones or lose any blood or soil any shirts or any other particles of clothing … Continue reading →

When you said I could walk you home at the end of the day, I ran out of the place excited, nervous, energetic and a little bit sick. I was enthusiastic for the opportunity to spend a little time with … Continue reading →

If you are reading this note it is because I have run away. I am gone from you now and you are never never never never never going to find me. Ever. By the time you read this I shall … Continue reading →

I really thought we were gonna do it. I expected us to be the couple to make it to prove that you could meet in grade school and last to the very end and I guess we did last to … Continue reading →

The word choice, I admit, was uninspired. It was a cliche, thoughtless, and really, truly beneath both of us. I should have been more thoughtful in how I composed myself and my language and I can assure you that languidly … Continue reading →