Shopping with my mother I’m fifty going on nine in the produce section the green disarray of lettuces flamboyant peppers add some flair as if…
Tag: compassion
I’m outside the automated door, arms filled to the brims, time nipping at my heels. Mary June sees me as she often does, rides up…
If the events of the world today are leaving you jaded and dismal, then I invite you to read the following tribute to small town…
Alvaro hoists his walker towards the elevator with his trash bag balanced on the seat. He struggles with each step. His mood is congenial, his…
They called him Old Aaron he used to sit in the Arby’s parking lot in summer out there on the table sun beating down somtimes…