Entertaining Short Stories

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In 1972, my family and I migrated from Argentina to the United States to escape the military dictatorship and poor economic conditions of...

The importance of baseball in an immigrant's life Sometimes, he forgets the Spanish word for a common item, or perhaps he never knew the...

The hidden pleasures of listening to other people’s conversations The last time we were in New York, Renato and I decided that we should...

A man's nerves are put to the test when he goes on a first date with a charming ex-priest.

As a man enters his golden years, he can’t help but reflect on his own perceived lack of coolness.

Learning to embrace hypochondria after my latest hospital escapade.

A retired teacher’s experiences teaching in a multicultural school. “Aum” is the first sound she utters every morning. Before dressing,...

A solitary life, confronting memories of the dirty war in Argentina, and the uncomfortable silence of an ordinary day. Julio arrived home...

A Tale of Misunderstanding and Being Misunderstood Here’s as good as anywhere, you tell me, as you choose a restaurant in Rome to have...

Remembering and mourning a long ago partner

Bitter, sweet, red and white, juicy, spoiled, rotten, molding, mushy, sour grapes. Patricio Thompson, I, got drunk last night. I think...

Late yesterday afternoon, close to dusk and my cocktail hour, I reluctantly helped Renato complete a form requesting many paintings from...

Three times a week, from 1980 to 1983, I took the Number 52 Bus from the George Washington Bridge in New York City to my parents' house...

In February 1967, when I was nine years old, my parents took us from Buenos Aires to Córdoba Argentina for the summer holidays. We packed...

In the City of Washington D.C., In the Month of August, In the Year 2012 . . . Jack’s heart has been broken. He is sitting in his...

It's April, and it always rains in April. Lately, it has been pouring furiously, and Roberto thinks the deluge will wash out the present...

I used to think that taking a long vacation of solitude and rest, locked up in a room with a view and a good book to read, would be...

Years later, on purpose or unconsciously, I followed my father’s footsteps by going to law school. Javier was not living at home anymore....

My brother Javier and I are practically twins, eighteen months apart. However, we look nothing alike. Javier has very straight, jet black...