I took a brief walk in the park the other day. The wind whipped leaves past my feet, a frigid blast taking my breath away. But
A work in progress
I bumped into a friend walking her dog last evening. When I asked how she was, she raised her eyebrows in exasperation and said, “I
There are no others
Before the stroke, dad used to talk to anybody, anywhere. It didn’t matter. Waitress, cashier, postal clerk at the counter, stranger on the street. He