I always wondered what it would be like to live in the same town forever. To know that my parents, grandparents, and all my ancestors had lived in the same town since the town was first born. The cycle was broken with my parents who moved a great deal when we were young, about every …
I am awakened by someone in the room. This person has come to get me, take me away, and do horrible things to me. This tall, thin person is wearing a jacket of some indiscriminate shade of red and seems to have short hair. I cannot make out the face, I cannot determine its sex. …
It is funny, you know, but as I was standing at my kitchen sink the other day feeling anger and frustration over some petty thing, I began thinking about the last time I baked bread. I forget the type of bread that it was, but I remember the smell. I remember how the aroma drifted …