“How many?” a hostess greeted me at the door of a crowded pub. Continue reading
friendship
Matthew Bear
Today we took Joel on a walk, and it was freezing, so we layered him up, and had to put him in some size 18-month sweat pants (!), and I hope he was warm enough. We were headed to the playground, because we are wicked-awesome parents, and we thought it might be stimulating for Joel to watch some older kids play, but not too long into our walk he fell asleep in his front-facing carrier, so we quickly turned back home, first taking a quick detour, trespassing through a neighbor’s house, which is under construction. (It’s okay – everyone does it.) Continue reading
When tables turn
She enters my office and shuts the door. She sits down across from me. It’s a cold, Friday evening in January. It’s after hours, already dark outside. My office is nearly pitch black, as there’s no sunlight coming through the window – no sunlight to make up for my lights being off. Only the light from my two monitors illuminates my face. The light from the hallway transforms her into a shadowy silhouette like from one of those crime shows where they black out the witness to conceal her identity. I abruptly stop what I’m doing. Continue reading
The parking garage attendant – so many updates
Tragedy changes things. In a matter of seconds nothing is as it was. Nor will it ever be again. It’s as though someone violently shook the snow globe representing your world, and no longer do you recognize your surroundings. Nor do many of your surroundings recognize you. Continue reading
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