Hand Holding

Termites don’t have hands, I thought, silently cursing my not-so-very amusing friend. Rod, who wasn’t even a licensed exterminator, had … More

Latte Days

She sells coffee as a living at 22 young years,this whip-smart barista with the green hairtoday, red hair yesterday, and … More

I was standing in my driveway, saying hello to a neighbor walking her dog. K does this four or five … More

“You want to go to Chicago for what?” I ask. “Tights,” says the dancer in my life. I can’t tell … More

I went to 7-Eleven this morning and found myself standing in the checkout line behind a police officer. Now me, … More

It’s been a long, long time since we three got together to drink beer. Each of us says that he … More

I sit listening to the ocean lap as the sun rises from the east,follow its crawl up the sky from … More

I’d been praying, walking down the aisle, my carry-on black Adidas bag held out in front of me so as … More

“Mister Lee, are you awake?” The thick, long blue curtains are pulled back, and light slips into the tiny room. … More

Jill and I are hiking Tantalus, and as is her wont, Jill’s decided to be a trailblazer. As we wander farther … More

When I sit down on our piano bench, the piano nearly 60 years old now, I am comfortable enough. I … More

I’m standing next to my Uncle Wonnie. He’s peering through a viewing slot in the bunker. The opening is about six inches, … More

When he’d done something wrong, Jerry wouldn’t go home. “Wrong” could be a poor class proficiency report from school or … More