It was midnight when she called. I heard the crashing of Lake Michigan waves mixed with Chelsea’s emotions smashing against
“Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits.” My sister Jan still reminds me of the phrase’s importance.
Past pain etches itself on the facial canvas where life has met death. No words can prepare one in advance
“I think people are too busy to rest,” one colleague declared to me on the phone. Another friend wrote the
You would have thought she was carrying The Holy Grail: that’s how my friend treated the return of my season
The only time I ever waited in an hour-long line for a film on opening weekend was to watch The
If this life is all there is, “we are all of us lookin out of the wrong end of the