“What’s that?” “Hm?” “In your hand?” She pockets the spark from your sight. She’s hiding something. Again. You back off. You adjust your cravat and smile. “Do you like your dress?” AdvertisementsRead More Secrets
She likes to watch her neighbor play catch with their dog on their front lawn — the demonstration of faith between human and canine soothing her soul. The dog is well trained — watches the ball, brings it back to the owner, places it at her feet. The dog knows the game. The dog does […]Read More Defying Expectations
In the literal wake of the tragedy at Las Vegas, I offer my condolences and thoughts. But, because I am a writer and lover of stories, I also offer a version of an allegory I once read in The Art of Asking by Amanda Palmer: “A farmer is sitting on his porch in a […]Read More Does It Hurt Enough Yet?
How sorely wrong Maria was when she thought coming back in her next life as a tree would be meaningful and fun. If only she had specified that she wanted to be an oak instead of a weird, bristly conifer. And if only she specified that she wanted to be planted in her old backyard […]Read More Coming Back