The phone rang at 4a.m. "She's gone." "Was it quick?" "It was… peaceful." “We could’ve done more.” “She was ready.” “How could you know that?” “She told me.” “I’m not ready.” “You have to let her go.” “Never.” Each submission to this weekend's Trifextra starts with the same five words: "The phone rang at 4a.m." [...]

Notes from the road

Taking a long weekend to visit the kinfolk in Tennessee, and as they say in the south, “it’s hot as blue blazes.” Which translates into it’s hot as hell, and I’m living in shorts, even more so than back in Florida. Being that I am interacting with more people in public here than I am [...]