Posts by Donna D. Vitucci

August 1, 2011 | Fiction

My True Companion

Donna D. Vitucci

All Paige heard was her watch ticking. She peeled away the cement smell and damp that grew in the old basement where Buddy Cantrell had pitched her. You didn't grow up without running through a few

November 1, 2009 | Fiction

House Calls

Chad Simpson

The sun wasn't even fully up yet and there I was, on some stranger's roof, about to begin work for the day, when this girl, maybe four or five years old, tottered down the front steps of the house

April 1, 2009 | Fiction

Defending Reggie

Litsa Dremousis

"Becca, you're in charge," Mom said, craning her neck around the driver's side burgundy vinyl headrest. "I'm picking you kids up in three hours at this exact spot, in front of Gate D. Do not, I

April 1, 2009 | Fiction

His Point of Sadness Now Becoming Light

Adam Robinson

There he was in the dugout crying.

All the guys were on the field. They were slugging it out because what were they supposed to do? Clint got beamed in the small and Gary charged from the

April 1, 2009 | Fiction

Some Little-Known Statistical Anomalies in the Game of Baseball

J. Ryan Stradal

It is not for nothing that baseball has existed since 1846 and now encompasses 30 teams playing 162 games each a year. In that span of time, speculative taxonomists and fly-by-night actuaries have

June 1, 2008 | Fiction

Psychology, Cooking, Chemistry

C.A. Conrad

ADLERIAN THEORY

A little girl in a red princess-style coat with a checkered lining, aged three. She's on tiptoe on the back seat of the Chevy, a red and white finned '57. That's what I remember

June 1, 2007 | Fiction

The Cousinfucker

Litsa Dremousis

"Rita, I know you've slept with one of your cousins," Mom told me this morning at brunch.

My stomach kicked. I stopped chewing but couldn't swallow.

"Here, drink some juice," she said and

April 1, 2007 | Fiction

Sandy Koufax 1964

Litsa Dremousis

Mark took a pencil out of his royal blue gym bag. He hunted for a scrap of notebook paper, something to write on, but all he could find was a half-eaten tuna fish and potato chip sandwich, a

March 1, 2007 | Fiction

For Everything Else there is Mastercard

Tadzio Yuko

The man wiped his mouth with a silk handkerchief embroidered with his initials ($75.- a piece). He had just finished his meal of raw sea scallop carpaccio drizzled with white truffle oil and

September 1, 2006 | Fiction

Rose Petal

Michael Obilade

When Isabel Araya was born in the southern tip of the pampas, twenty-one years, three months, and seven days before she would hold Juan Diego’s warm hand in the candlelight of the church, the

May 1, 2006 | Fiction

On Outlaws and Other Characters  An Interview with Chuck Kinder

Dory Adams

On an unusually sunny February afternoon in Pittsburgh, I had the pleasure of talking with Chuck Kinder in his sixth floor office at the University of Pittsburgh’s Cathedral of Learning building.

April 1, 2006 | Fiction

why you should never go to used car sales in minor league ballparks

brad

cheney stadium, home to the now defunct tacoma tigers and current tacoma rainiers, once held a monster used car blowout extravaganza in their parking lot. i was 17 and needed a cheap car, so i