The Gray Days

I woke to Procol Harum, not A Whiter Shade of Pale, something instrumental on the radio. The sky is gray and the grass is brown it’s a day by Rothko without the detail. Today is a heroine day, or at least how I imagine that would be. Not the high not the withdrawal, but the [...]

The World is a Little Colder Today.

I was at SafeWay last week buying groceries and worrying about my ever dwindling bank account when I bumped into a former student, a friend. I was solemnly buying eggs and milk for my kids and he was bouncing through the store with his girl friend. Young love makes even a trip to SafeWay for [...]

Henrietta and the Flying Car

I was fourteen and we were on our annual trek to Huntsville, Alabama to space camp. Loaded in our two-tone, gray and blue, GMC crew-cab with camper, were my mother, two little sisters, little brother, and best friend Mark Taylor. My mom decided we should stop in Henrietta, Oklahoma to visit her aunt Wanda. Henrietta [...]