In case you’ve not heard, we’re knee deep in graduation and party plans over here.  With this, that, and the other thing rocketing around in my brain, there’s an imminent

“Speak,” He said. “Tell this one. Today.” I’d been thinking as I rode along in the **BMV, favorite CD poked in, about those we love who are running away.  Thinking

Now, there was a new attitude, a fresh wind that blew.  And it smelled like glee.  Like boyish delight, the kind that only a vehicle with a fast engine and

Back in the days when I didn’t know I was a writer, I could still tell stories and folks would laugh.  I’d see the funny in normal events, and when

It was odd, the way it happened.  There I was, typing along, when the keyboard went nuts, printing a string of ‘s’s.  What in the world? I backspaced, pressed the

He had, I’d noted, been asking questions the day of and the day before.  “What is disobedience?” was one, and the door had opened yet again for Mother to explain