A Friend at Midnight
The kids were down for the night and my wife was sewing when I wandered into the craft room. “I don’t know what to make of this,” she told me, “but for the past hour Paulette’s been heavy on my … Continued
Traveling Light
I glanced back toward the door. “Is the rest inside?” “This is it. I like to travel light.” That was it? Everything they owned‑‑in two suitcases and a box? “Okay,” I said. I drove them home‑‑Patricia, her deep brown … Continued
The Gift of Florence’s Weakness
Maybe we needed her more than she needed us “Which should I do—become a bag lady or check myself into a mental hospital?” Florence was sitting on my front steps, her gray hair pulled into a topknot. I … Continued