I Could Already Hear the Sirens . . . Can You?

Is It Just Another Monday? It’s an ordinary Monday afternoon. My daughter Jenna and I are driving home after lunch with a friend. The traffic light turns red. We stop.…
Read moreIs It Just Another Monday? It’s an ordinary Monday afternoon. My daughter Jenna and I are driving home after lunch with a friend. The traffic light turns red. We stop.…
Read more“It is a happy talent to know how to play.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson Guilt in a Box It’s night at the beach condo we’ve rented for the week. We’ve already…
Read more“Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can.” — Arthur Ashe Remember the Connections I’ve missing my quirky friend Violet. Last month marked one year since…
Read moreA few of us had scheduled a Zoom meeting with a friend to give her feedback on an article she was writing. We’d met a couple of times online already,…
Read moreMy uncle, my husband, and I continue to wait in the small doctor’s office on a Thursday afternoon. We are here for my uncle’s follow-up appointment with his general practitioner.…
Read moreEdward stood in the long line outside, waiting with the others to sign up for gifts for his kids. He was young, maybe 25. Black hair, brown skin, dark eyes.…
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