Marty is tearing along Elida Road in his Buccaneer Red Trans Am. We take a side road and pick up always-late Terry, wrinkled white uniform open at the chest, purple belt trailing behind him as he runs barefoot down the …
There, lying next to the Visa/Master Card sign was what looked like a 2-carat diamond. Or a nice piece of glass.
I put down my usual turkey sandwich, mid chew, and examined the sparkly object with the dental magnification glasses …
My daughter has become a front line worker. She’s an OT (occupational therapist) at a rehab facility. Getting folks back on their feet after an injury or hospitalization, she teaches them to regain the old skills of dressing, feeding and …
I watch my grandson David varnish the deck. Sweat slides off his bronze neck and adds to the dark stain on his college t-shirt. It is a hot and sticky July afternoon. The maples and elms offer as much shade …
I ran into my neighbors, Diane and Trish, outside the metro. I hadn’t hit it off with Diane, but I liked Trish, and thought the feeling might be mutual. As we were talking, a guy on a scooter drove over …
The way parents search the instant they realize they’ve lost sight of their five-year-old in a crowded mall that’s how I scanned the steers gathered at the Tivio spring that evening. Dancer, ears peaked, nostrils flared seemed to be scouting …
No one can read your mind, and no one can see your brain injury. A cerebellar stroke hits the, well, the cerebellum. My recovery from my cerebellar stroke has been challenging. It took strength I would’ve assumed I didn’t have. …
As I clip along the back fence, the sun shines while a cool breeze blows. The May weather fluctuates this year, and the roses know it. I notice they are not ready to bloom.
Today, I note the patches of …
The cardboard box is marked “Southern Peaches” and made to hold ten ripening peaches. Now empty of its delicious fruit, it sits on the floor below a side table holding whichever of our five cats gets in it to sleep, …
My family’s proclivity for rich and abundant victuals has culled the gene pool. Those defiant few among us hoping to skirt an early demise, wrestle with our inner fat selves every day. I’m one of those rebels.
Yes, eating runs …