Lois Keating Learned Stories

To a ten-year-old, Saturday is the prize at the end of the week, a day teeming with anticipation and . . .

In September the air in New York City was fresh on this particular day in 2001. It was sunny and I w . . .

Early Christmas morning, we six children would get up, rush to the living room and the pile of beaut . . .

Recently a friend and I had the chance to visit our home town and stop by our elementary school. It . . .

Eons ago, when I was in college, I took a course on a dare. The course was “American Political Tho . . .

My town did not have a public library until the 1960s. Before that, it was assumed that everyone in . . .

Years ago, I imagined that, unlike the earth traveling around the sun in an ellipse, I’d think of . . .

Most of us are aware of the ‘Energizer Bunny’ who hops across our TV screens, beating a drum to . . .

A SUNDAY IN DECEMBER As the curtain descends on Act One. Bright lights illuminate the gloom in the . . .