I was in the middle of what I thought was a soulful, honest share when a voice bellowed from the back of the room. I turned to see a… read more…
It was Christmas Day. I was in my pretty little Connecticut condo, a gelatinous, grey fog enveloping, but not quite paralyzing me. No, I wouldn’t celebrate with friends. Or… read more…
The summer before my father died, I traveled Upstate to visit him. After lunch in our town’s arts district, we drove to Lake Ontario to watch the waves roll… read more…
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