At the retirement center, I sank into a chair opposite a man who once had a distinguished career. Knowing he wasn’t a loquacious individual, I started the conversation, asking how he’d spent his afternoon.  “Reading,” he replied.  “It passes the hours.” The previous day,

  The ferry bobbed in the six-foot waves like a match stick caught in a wash cycle. While the storm outside raged, inside, passengers huddled in the middle rows of the vessel’s viewing area, away from wind gusts that could break the glass. Together, the people, white-lipped

The thief was furious when he found a 4-year-old child strapped into the back seat of the car he’d stolen.  His response was to slam on the brakes and reverse direction.  Finding the mother newly emerged from the grocery store with a gallon of milk, he scolded her for leaving her

I haven’t seen my friend in over two years.  The reason has nothing to do with the pandemic.  She’s ill and in pain. Accommodating guests isn’t on the agenda.  Even the bed is her enemy. She lives and sleeps in a lounge chair. At least, she did until two weeks when she was se