I was losing the tug-of-war game big time--to a puppy...Stretched to the max, he yanked at my sweater until I wrestled the fabric from his grip. Once a beloved work sweater, when it became a favorite [Read more...]
It stares sour. Recriminations whisper ire. My curly handwriting blurs before my eyes and dances death’s dirge. Months have marched steadily past, Ushering in defeat that taunts like a school yard [Read more...]
I kept staring. Looking harder each time. Is that what I think it is? Or am I just looking for something, anything to entertain myself in this endless airport Starbucks line. Hands [Read more...]