Passing Through Charybdis on the Way to Advent
The wet sheet wrapped itself around my legs, a tangled mess I was too tired to fix. The pillowcase was…
Thoughts on a French Word
The word depression, however commonplace in our lexicon, still retains a sledgehammer effect when I hear it used to indicate…
Papa-Oom-Mow-Mow
Early Sunday, as I packed the car, tightened the straps on the bike rack, and prepared for a trip to…
Wrinkles
Before we had wrinkles we met in college, were in each other’s weddings, trekked across country on Amtrak, and hitchhiked…