Those mornings shivering at the mean edge of the public pool were worth it for the moment when you’d slide into the deep end.
She’d lift gifts from her suitcase, and I would forgive her desertion instantly.
I’m uncomfortable around ambulances or the overdressed crowds outside funeral parlors.
In the battle over submission fees, what troubles me most is the idea that writers do everything and editors do nothing.
Our lives need to go beyond looking. Life with nature needs to be meaningful.
