Dee Kassabian

My Four Fathers and Other Short Stories Dee Kassabian

My Four Fathers



When you?ve got a mother like mine, you really should tell the world about her. She was a woman with God-given beauty and a voice rich enough to give you zits. She adored her immigrant parents and trusted their old country values even when destined to marry so terribly young.

She was only eighteen when I came along, which meant we virtually grew up together meandering through adolescence while ?suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous fortunes.? (Shakespeare wrote that, but I live it.)

I find it curious that I?m not a babbling paranoid schizophrenic, merely a sparring partner in this arena we call life.



BB Gun for Joey



It was a day, a brother, a girl friend, a job, of stress, of joy, of hope, of success; it was a day I cherish.



Raimund Lepka: A Brother Lost



Two brothers separated in their youth never to see one another again. A brother lost . . .





The Canary Yo-Yo Caper



A little brother?s curtain call to fame and fortune in a roller-coaster ride as the neighborhood?s Little Cesar takes over.







The Magic Stamp



An aging athlete left in his lonely world of long-passed memories.