I spun around at the end of the driveway, garbage bags in hand. I looked up at the window above the garage. The window was closed. The room was dark. It was just my imagination. I could have sworn I heard my mom whisper, "Helloooo!", in her familiar garbage-night whisper. Loud enough for me to… Continue reading Record Your Memories Now. Someday There Won’t Be Anyone In The Window.
Gravel roads bring back many memories for me. When I was little the busy five-lane paved street that now runs just feet away, next to my house, was a gravel road. I heard the distinctive rumble cars make on gravel every day while I played in the yard. My house was hard to keep dusted.… Continue reading A Million Tiny Rocks
2013_0303 Sunday I just got back from Central Park. Okay, not THAT Central Park. My own city's Central Park. Usually on the weekends I get in my car and drive to a park that has a trail I like and do my walking there. Today I have lots I want to do, but determined to… Continue reading Just Got Back From Central Park