As a kid I loved monsters. Not the ones that hid under the bed
It is Independence Day. There is red, white and blue bunting hung from porches and windows. The air has the scent of smoke; it’s there in the background but always present. You almost don’t notice it...
A long time ago, way back in college, I had an apartment two blocks off
I wheeled the bike from the garage and took a deep breath. It was the
The past is not romantic. It is not an adventure. It is not a drama.
Sixteen. Sixteen was a good year. Oh, to be sure it was a year of
I am driving home from work in the rain. The traffic is heavy and I
I sit and look out my back window into the yard behind my house. It
Once, a long time ago, I told you I would love you forever. I never
Once, a long time ago, I stood in the sky far above the world. The