Such a Long, Long Time to Be Gone and a Short Time to be There
The waiter was a gangly young man with a shock of brown hair and the exuberant manner of an Airedale puppy. We had only asked for water, but he seemed delighted by our request. The light glinted enthusiastically off his hornrims. “Bien sur,” he said. “Il n’y a pas de ... Read More
When Sisters Speak
A Story from My Sister Kate: I am not home. I'm probably at some sports practice for one of the three sports I play for my high school. My mom is either on her way to or from one of the Jazzercise classes she teaches. It is early evening and ... Read More