by Dave Meir | Non-Fiction, Writing Samples
Here’s Looking at You Kid Prologue In the late 1970s and very early 80’s I worked as a butcher for a local grocery store chain; the same stores where I’d worked almost full-time as a stock boy throughout high school. Five years spent grinding mountains of...
by Dave Meir | Non-Fiction
The Easter Rolex It occurs to me, as I struggle to write the opening of this story, how ignorant I can be. I’ve come to this realization – that may have been apparent to others all along – while thinking about how often I exist in my own little world....
by Dave Meir | Non-Fiction
Brotherly Love My older brother Michael hasn’t beat the living crap out of me for more than 50 years now. Lucky for him. In this day and age, they’d lock him up for that sort of thing. Fifty years ago he got by with a stern talking-to from Dad. Needless to say, I was...
by Dave Meir | Non-Fiction, Writing Samples
Rabbit Pee Five seconds ago, the baby was being all cute and smiley and giggly. Now he was bleeding and red-faced-screaming at the top of his six-month-old lungs. My yogurt and pretzel lunch was arguing about whether to stay in my stomach as I looked around the camera...
