The car kicked twice as the engine coughed and died. They rolled to a stop. The lane snaked its way onward through the patchwork of snow. Danny sat behind the wheel—eyes shut, lips pursed, and head shaking.
“Cold morning for a walk in Continue reading Seeing Breath
Crazy Uncle Albert can still be found in the overstuffed family closet. That year, my mother sent my brother Simon and I to stay in the country. We had nothing against the country, clean air, or getting out of the city. But, mother had decided she was going back to the city and that we would be looked after by Uncle Albert. Yes, our crazy uncle — the man that couldn’t care for himself — was to look after us. Somehow the irony of it never met my mother. Continue reading Hiding Out