Night Diving

Sean Finucane Toner

No wheels, no license, no ability to drive – I’m a little hesitant, a little ashamed.

The Baby

Sylvie Beauvais

As I turn 38 and keep stocking drawers full of dreams and half-completed projects, I’m pushing forward with one big initiative: I’m having an imaginary baby. Why not?

Whore Tie

Elaine Paliatsas-Haughey

My grandfather’s name was Efthimios Vasilios Patouhas, but I called him Papa. As a toddler I could only manage to spurt out the first syllable of the Greek word for grandfather, pappou. The repeated pa, pa, pa eventually became Papa.

The Baby

Sylvie Beauvais

As I turn 38 and keep stocking drawers full of dreams and half-completed projects, I’m pushing forward with one big initiative: I’m having an imaginary baby. Why not?

Bunker

Jonathan Kemmerer-Scovner

People were huddled in their offices, whispering. They glanced up with intense faces, returned to private conversation.

This is it, I knew. It’s happening today

In Memoriam: Denise Gess

Julia MacDonnell Chang
It is with great sadness that we report that our friend and long-time Philadelphia Stories board member, Denise Gess, passed away on August 22.

The Origins of Sadness

James Pabarue

Seven a.m. on a Monday morning and my mother is the only one awake. She pads downstairs. In the kitchen, she raises the shades, letting in weak, gray daylight, then turns to find the coffee pot.

BJ Schaffer is Dead

Bernard J. Schaffer

Twenty years ago I was famous. Not so famous that my torrid affairs with young starlets were covered by national magazines, and being thirteen at the time, that wasn’t really much of a problem. I was famous enough that strangers followed me around the Montgomery Mall when I went shopping.