It’s hard to be where you aren’t

Because there’s too much headwind whipping now,too much ocean motion for me to feel your ripples,finger skin tendered soft, how … More

All I Had To Do

I have been dreaming myself into stories again. These should be some of the quietest journeys I will ever take, … More

They entered West Towne Mall and Mrs. Goodman gave great thanks for the warmth. It was officially the coldest winter … More

“I want the red one,” said the little girl, pointing to it. Mr. Watanabe looked at it. Then at the other … More

1977. It’s mostly a blur. Sometimes when I try to recall the events of that year, it seems as if it were … More

The second thing I remember is my 4th birthday party,five red wax candles burning on a pink cake, the extra one … More