“I’ll call when I get back in town.” The tinny timbre of her voice amplified the distance between them. “The conference ends today, but my flight home puts me back at Hartsfield around 3 a.m. tomorrow.” “I can meet you, that way you won’t need a taxi.” He hoped he didn’t sound too needy. “Don’t … Continue reading Flying lessons
But, I feel better. That's because you’re doing what you’re supposed to be doing. I’m thinking much clearer. I can stop now, right? No, stay on your meds and stop running with crazy.
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." … Continue reading Never
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 … Continue reading Notes from the road