About Life

Mistaken Identity

I left my son in the parking lot. He was sitting sideways on the passenger seat of my car, both legs out the open door, filing a tenacious corn with a foot file I had just bought. Don't frown. He is an adult (nearly 21). I went to Checkers to buy milk and something else… Continue reading Mistaken Identity

About Life

A Star Is Bright

Holding an unlit cigarette, he looks me in the eye, a soft look, and says simply, I'm feeling sad. When his voice is this quiet - a thought forms itself into sound and escapes like smoke up a chimney - he is raw inside. I know how he feels, but saying so doesn't help, does… Continue reading A Star Is Bright