Every morning she has the same thought: It would be so nice to be able to enjoy the morning. A leisurely stroll with her dog, not rushing him through his…
She doesn’t care much for flowers. Between her job and travels, there is hardly time or energy to cultivate a garden. Except the window box that was there when…
So much depends upon a red ceramic mug, filled with black coffee, on the back patio rail. It’s her first day back at work after a long summer break. Tears…
Dad loved flowers. His green thumb specialized in roses and geraniums. On Saturday mornings, he used kitchen shears and that cerulean fertilizer water the way an artist uses a paint…
People flooded her sightline. That pesky moon just wouldn’t move. It was ruining the picture. Just when she thought she’d gotten the perfect picture, another tourist yapping in some foreign…
The Eiffel Tower. The Louvre. Versailles. Notre Dame. The Seine. It was all so beautiful. She sat at a brasserie on Rue Cler–a street down which her beloved Hemingway strolled–sipping…
Monday. It all starts so hopeful. Dreams of organization, daily trips to the gym, a Marine-like adherence to healthy eating. All things are possible. Life is a full refrigerator on…
So this happened in December. The playing for hours started. And so did the spending all my money on toys and treats. And the getting shots. And the walks. So…
The glassy lake sparkled that day. She could hardly tell the difference between trees reaching toward sky and those sinking into the deep blue waters. Up or down, real or…
Her employer received a windfall of money, yet they don’t want to give her a decent raise. She’s expected to work at home and through lunch, but where is…
On Friday nights, it’s the place for my empty pizza box and Sunday mornings, for the coffee grounds. But yesterday it was the place someone took himself to die. Like…
She didn’t have high hopes. She never did anymore. But still, when he entered the dimly lit bar and she saw his small frame and much older appearance, she couldn’t…
It had been twenty years since she left. She looked out at the buildings, those like any other city’s downtown. But she saw trips to the stadium and block parties…
“Pasta again?” he complained. While he grumbled through the meal, I sat to his right, twirling the endless noodles around and around on my fork and wondering what it would…
Twenty years ago they made the pact. If neither found their true love, they’d meet at the garden bench. It was no cliché to them. This is where they’d met,…
