Like a coal, glowing, it rests just there in my chest. Days later, I feel its warmth whenever my thoughts go back… From far-flung states, they’d come. From a far-off

I see you.  I know you because I’ve been in that place.  I know that weight, that thing that’s pressing in, pulling you down – you know, that thing you never

“Yes, tell us,” we say, looking at this one, our friend who’s plowing a tough road just now, life hammering hard.  “What did you do?” “I got my GED.”  She

Why, it was only Sunday last that I’d seen him sport three new shades of red, squirming in discomfort upon receiving unwanted attention from an adult he didn’t know.  And

From far-flung states, they’d come.  From a far-off country, too, just over the great, big pond, they’d journeyed, drawn, each one, with that imperceptible pull toward home, toward family, toward