The Prodigal In You
His eyes darted first to his right, then to his left, like he was looking for an exit that didn’t exist. I could feel his agitation, reminding me of when as a boy, I had stopped at Swain’s pet shop on the way home from school, and gazing at the pitiful, caged raccoon scratching to …
Escaping Mid-Summer Doldrums
Go Ahead
Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes as she paused in mid-sentence, changing the subject of our conversation completely. “I would talk to my brother, two to three times a week,” she abruptly said, slowing her speech, glancing away with a far-away look in her eyes. “I miss him so much. I’ll hear a voice …