Every day. Even on Sundays. I paddle out to the sailboats parked just off shore. I take them to and from so they can shop and eat and gaze at…
When she looks at the buildings that stretch into the sky, she wonders. She wonders if her life would be better if she worked in one of those tiny windows.…
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…
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…