Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

CALLBACK I should call you back I know. I realize that it takes two to tango – three, if you count the DJ – and you’ve been dancing by yourself for some time. I owe you a call. I worry … Continue reading →

THE KEY The DELETE button is a powerful accidental key. It wreaks such destruction with so little effort. It is a simple way to lose everything with amazing ease The DELETE key, of course, has much power to harm – … Continue reading →

STRANGE ODDS The dream that told you of your uncle’s death may not have been premonitive. You may instead have been thinking about him and knowing his health wasn’t first rate might have been concerned and imagined having to deal … Continue reading →

THE BREAKS I think I have found a way to blame you. When we go out to dinner or the movies or a bar you never bring enough of your hot girlfriends to distract me from what you wear how … Continue reading →

SATURNALIA My assistant just bent me over the desk and disciplined me within an inch of exhaustion. She explained how my performance was not entirely satisfactory and then did something about it that I will never forget but will likely … Continue reading →

FATED We have something in common I sense or something complementary or just something between us. See it as I do. You want to help and I have been hurt. You have the need to heal while there is no … Continue reading →

THE LIGHTS FLUORESCENT On my last day in a temporary position in an office I hate I have taken a four hour lunch three mugs of aspirin two reams of paper and somebody’s iPod. I did not want to be … Continue reading →

ADMISSIONS AND EXIT INTERVIEWS This may very well be the worst thing I have ever done but is it what I’ve done today or the lie that I’ve lived too long, now exposed? May others judge me I just need … Continue reading →

Apologies to Alison: The things I did to you were unconscionable and, in retrospect, embarrassingly obvious. Pulling your pigtails chasing your skirt smacking your legs with my ruler… deducing my purpose was elementary, Watson. You shouted once: “Mommy says you … Continue reading →