Memory fails. But someone else’s memory always picks up the life left behind.
Read MoreTeaching was always who I was, until I no longer was a teacher. But a memorable dream, an email from a reader, and a difficult decision taught me I was still a teacher, even when I wasn’t one.
Read MoreWe could have sent Mojo back. Instead, we gave him everything we thought would help. And he gave us lessons in return.
Read MoreIt ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one. My father lost his steel plant job when I was maybe 6. He worked after that as a messenger for a local delivery company based on the East Side […]
Read MoreHis aged black Camaro pulled into the parking lot. The sunlight hit the windshield at just the right angle to catch my eye through the coffee shop’s windows and alert me to look up. He was alone today. I finished […]
Read MoreGetting married was the second last thing I thought I would ever do in life. It was never even on my list of things to accomplish. My list included college, graduate school, a nice home, lots of pets, a career […]
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