Doris is in her seventies, something she always thought could only happen to old people. She is becoming increasingly forgetful and is beginning to worry about it. Her main problem seems to be in recalling names. Today, the view from… Continue Reading
Fall ushered in with a bountiful pumpkin harvest. I, in particular, was a fine specimen, an orange orb sitting among twisted vines and lopsided pumpkins. I weighed thirty-pounds, a perfect sphere, with hardly a blemish, which is highly unusual in… Continue Reading
The breeze was cool, bracing, a stark contrast to the sun on that autumn day, beams of heat blasting through the treetops and warming me intermittently as we walked through the forest. The wide path through the trees was hemmed… Continue Reading