Twilight

A willy wag tails sits before me, swinging his tail, then falling into quiet repose, while the afternoon grows long. Just before, I dropped my eldest at the airport so he can return to the final push of study, and to be reunited with the love of his life. His future...

Misplaced Life

I have a gift in putting things in strange places. I have opened the fridge to find a tea pot staring back. Other items – like an electric device for removing balled lint from sweaters – end up in sock drawers. I think “this will be a great place to...