Monthly Archives: August 2020

The house had sat vacant for nearly three months. Old, still, silent. We had to clear a spider web from the steps to even walk up to the front door. There were puddles of gnats in random places throughout the … Continue reading →

I’ve been waiting, waiting for a sign, waiting for a saving grace, waiting for a moment. There are so many ways to wait. When my mom and dad were young, before the three of us kids came into their lives, … Continue reading →

I feel like a wrung out rag. Like that dirty cloth my Dad kept in the garage, with various stripes of residue from an engine, or an oil change, or from wiping down the cabinets filled with random screws from … Continue reading →