A story about how things matter. Photographs can help you remember things, but objects make you feel things. The connection is not obvious as in a photo. You have to work a little bit to remember the significance and conjure…
A wooden duck. A tin man paddling a canoe. Photographs, a clock, a plate from China, a train set. They all mean something. They’re more than just material stuff. When I look at these things synapses fire, memories flood. So…
Her reception was entirely predictable. Stacy and Anna were the queens of the office, usually at odds, but at times like this, fearsome allies. Megan, the new stenographer had three things that were sure to stoke their fury: Stephan had…
Ten Years Old If he were to be believed, he saw an empty spot next to her during arts and crafts time, grabbed the opportunity, and sat down. If she were to be believed, she saw him wandering around with…
It’s almost impossible for me to figure out the first book I ever really got lost in. Too long ago. I was a book-worm from a very very young age. I remember a teacher telling my mother I could read…
“It is not the last drop that empties the water-clock, but all that which previously has flowed out…” – Seneca . Neither here Neither there Neither anywhere . I wonder what they thought When they found him . Not quite…
It was before most cars had air-conditioning; so even on the hottest days we drove with the windows rolled down. Always in that black ’63 Impala, or later on, the blue one. And finally the Nova. My grandparents were working…
It hangs in my memory, isolated. I can’t reminisce because there is no one else that would remember it. It’s weird, such an impactful experience. I remember the hot sweaty dance club, our senses heightened by days off the grid.…
They’ll tell you to take it easy To slow down To be careful You’re not what you once were You could hurt yourself Or others You’re vulnerable You’re harder to teach Naturally You should get rid of some of that…
He was born into the light, Chris-Crafts and girls in white swim suits. That’s where he met her. In the light But she belonged in the dark, and she carried her own light like a creature from the deep. She…