The Panhandler’s Breath

The Panhandler’s Breath

He slipped in sideways between the closing elevator doors, as if he were late to a meeting; he pressed the “5” without looking. Instead of suit and tie, though, baggy pants and faded navy hung on his tall, slim frame. His stealth entry stiffened the hairs on the back...
To Dambarr, With Love || #ILookToHer

To Dambarr, With Love || #ILookToHer

My much-beloved grandmother died when I was ten.   I was at camp when it happened, and I didn’t even know she was ill. The camp director brought me and my sister into an office space behind the camp store to tell us, and I remember her saying, “You...
For The Fools Who Dream

For The Fools Who Dream

Mondays are my favorite because they feel like a new year, except every week.   I know, I know, statistically heart attacks most often , but I’m not giving in to a statistic. I love a fresh start. It’s why I prefer sunrise to sunset. By this...

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