I was sitting quietly on the front porch reading a book, and for once in my life, even if was for the briefest of moments, I was...

“Was it a strike?” Joan asked in the middle of a conversation about I don’t even know what at this point. I nodded, and she continued. We...

It’s 5:05 a.m., and I’m sitting here thinking about what to write. For some reason, my brain doesn’t want to crank out anything. Ideas...