I’m seeing a trend here.  They’re all doing it, and if I want to hop in while there’s still time, I’d better get crackin’. It’s the presidential campaign.  Still a

I recalled the text that had come last Thursday, “Did you hear the bad news?  He was killed.” Surely everyone who received the terrible news that night thought instantly of

When we met later at yet another common love (Starbucks), we’d talked and talked, spinning happiness through the mocha-scented air, and then she dropped it, casual like, right there in

“He’s gonna find out who’s naughty and nice.  Santa Claus is coming to town.” Ok.  I heard that sniff.  But here we are, 10 months from last Christmas.  That equals

We’d traveled to another town to hear a concert with friends, and it was on the way home that the conversation took a turn.  We’d been talking the whole evening

The trees outside my window are turning.  Brilliant oranges and yellows mingle with greens.  Golden leaves blanket the lane, looking for all the world like a calendar picture. Opening the

They’d struck in the night, those thieves.  Entering unlawfully, they’d taken what was not theirs, disappearing, then, as silently as they’d come. The presence of the three armed officers said

It was a status update on Facebook that started it.  “Goodbye, shrub,” a friend wrote.  “Hello, teenager with very fragile, tenuous cellphone privileges.”  I could only guess what had happened. 

You might remember it.  It happened on an ordinary day, a Friday, to be exact, at the local coffee shop, my favorite place in the world to create.  Sitting there

For nearly four weeks now, they’ve been gathering in parks and streets, stretched out in sleeping bags, marching with signs, tooting horns, and banging drums.  They’re American citizens, this ragtag