
Vernon Powell turned on the television, sat in his favorite chair, and started looking for a show he liked. He memory-zapped his ten favorite channels, but there was nothing interesting. Annoyed, he settled in better and kept looking. He went …
Vernon Powell turned on the television, sat in his favorite chair, and started looking for a show he liked. He memory-zapped his ten favorite channels, but there was nothing interesting. Annoyed, he settled in better and kept looking. He went …
From the moment she said “I do,” Annette prayed it would get better. But when that hope dissolved into hopelessness after nine years of marriage, she decided to leave her family on a Thursday.
As she sipped her morning cup …
“Let me tell you what I do if I get frustrated,” my new friend Alex sipped his coffee at the only café in town. “This might sound weird, but I take a break and I go look at snails.”
“That’s …
What do I know of the mother who left when I was two? Bank teller, smoked like a chimney, twenty years a disco queen, and a pet duck named Mrs. Peterson.
What did she gift me? Drop-in visits I can …
Em is tempted to unwrap the little one’s head to show the baby to the cleaning cart woman, but she notices her nametag – Constance. Constance is an ugly old-fashioned name.
Three people enter the elevator squeezing past them, but …
I am a car that needs to be jump-started.
For every short trip to the grocery store, or to the post office, or to pick up my kid from school. A soul that just needs that jolt out of despair …
Percy, a widower, elderly, overweight, and increasingly untidy in his habits is passing time waiting for the taxi which will convey him to his golf club and its bar where he and his aged companions will spend some hours together …
We come in awe to watch him stack the dolphins. Yes, the water is inviting, the warm sand is sensuous, and staring across the flat blue ever escaping horizon is livening. But it is the dolphin stacking that brings us …
There was no fare charged to hop into Mrs. Maguire’s Taxi. Her youngest son Danny used to save me a seat in the back. It was a station wagon with strips of wood on its’ doors, and one of those …
Swing dancing night at the Orchard Lake Retirement Home. “It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing,” sang the singer.
Jerry could dig it as he sat off to the side in the community room, watching. One …