Monthly Archives: April 2016


Approaching the Georgia line, memory downshifts, rolling into the past. Once the anticipation of home enmeshed with my confliction, confusion and fear. Home always exists here, but life has driven off to elsewhere. Continue reading Crossroads

The Joy of Giving

Uncle Neal insisted she come to the East Village for a visit. “You have to come, Tina. You just have to.”

Tina held her breath and bugged her eyes out. “I can’t come today. I’m sorry.” She went down her mental checklist. There was so much still to do. And don’t forget Continue reading The Joy of Giving