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 …
Ahuuuga! Pause. Ahuuuga!
Abbie released the horn lever of the Model-T Roadster and swept her eyes over the small settlement. It was a little before noon and across the road and uphill a ways, a team and wagon stood …
Winter arrived late. It was held up by an extraordinarily long and mild autumn, and now it enters with an almighty blizzard that paints this month of March white. The snow slows everything down and it gives me time to …
My tears drop onto the splotched, dusty tile in the corner of the classroom. If I don’t stop crying, they’ll join together and make a shiny puddle around the white rubber tips of the brand-new tennis shoes Mom bought me …
Isaac Vanderoot received two phone calls that morning. Both triggered some anxiety. The first call came as he examined the guide wrappings on a fly rod. It was from the Senior Center, informing him that his application for an apartment …
The basement was neat and tidy, everything had a place and there was a place for everything. The only natural light streamed in through slit windows set just below the ceiling and opened onto the grass of the lawn outside, …
It was Spink’s idea. It was always Spink’s idea when it meant getting into deep shit. So why’d we go along with it? Why’d we do anything Spink suggested?
For one thing, we were bored, doing what we always do. …