Posts by Sue Hollister Barr

Coronavirus Crisis

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Is there anything, at this point, that hasn’t already been said about COVID-19? Perhaps there are two things that haven’t been explored enough: What must it be like to die (or even to survive, potentially with noticeably reduced lung capacity for the rest of your life) gasping for breath with…

Trumping Trump

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I finally worked up the courage to answer:  “It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.” “Of all the hoary clichés…  Just tell me what happened!” Glaring past the distraction of the magnetic car’s holographically enhanced dash, I narrowed my eyes at the “driver.”  She was…

My Mother Mary

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In her 90’s she’d skinny dip with sharks she said had never bitten her but had a mischievous look in their eyes.  She reported this with a sparkle in her own sea-blue eyes. My daughter and I had traveled 24 hours to find her on a remote South Pacific island. …

Phavorite Pharoah

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It was hot.  I was the only passenger steaming up the Nile on The Sudan.  All rich wood and polished brass.  Built in 1885 for King Fouad. But in September 2016, my host and guide was a young, hot-headed, surly intellectual, who loved his country.  Ashore, amidst the ruins, he’d…

Happy Holidays!

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And several goodbyes: OUT WITH THE OLD: Goodbye to Tales of the Storage Space, the saga of a Brooklyn building, down on its luck, which was once so much more. (I posted the final episode, Part 150, last week.) Goodbye to my weekly posts, which I’ve been doing since December…

Tales of the Storage Space, Part 150

Frank kept tormenting himself, over and over again, with the words his now-dead partner Alex used to use:  How could I?  How could he have let his own hurt feelings allow him to abandon Karen when she’d needed him most, only oozing his green-ghost-mist self back into the storage space…

Tales of the Storage Space, Part 149

Karen ran her fingers over ancient wooden carvings, which had lost all the finish that once protected them. The Storage Space!  Despite every possible inclination to the contrary, the thought of it suddenly intruded…irresistible and totally unavoidable. Along with that thought came a flood of memories, some not even her…

Tales of the Storage Space, Part 148

Tommy knew she knew; he could see it in her eyes.  But she went back to their Snapchat. WTFwasImogeneCoca:  But U def not father of my child cuz I’m still not pregs! Gently he rested a hand on her belly.  He could feel the baby moving about. ^URSunPC&proud:  cancer doesnt…

Tales of the Storage Space, Part 147

Imogene snatched the tablet out of Tommy’s hand when he stopped her wheelchair in front of the elevator.  But she was like effin’ distracted and all when he wrapped his arms around her from behind.  Again she was startled, and a little freaked out, because it felt good.  She caught…

Tales of the Storage Space, Part 146

The Storage Space would have yawned, rattling each of its individual storage units, if only a building could yawn. Karen! Despite every possible inclination to the contrary, the thought of her suddenly intruded…irresistible and totally unavoidable. Along with that thought came a flood of memories, some not even its own:…
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