Naming the Graduates
My parents finally grew tired of attending my graduation ceremonies and finally gave up on them. They loved me but found it almost impossible to follow me from school to school. What started in Altus, Oklahoma, continued to Waco, Texas, to Ft. Worth, to Princeton, NJ, and to Louisville, Ky. It could have been worse: …
We Can Work It Out
Broken Wings
The bird didn’t fly away like I expected it would as I drove towards it. It floundered, fluttering in the middle of the road. I kept thinking, “It’ll fly,” as I slowed down. But it didn’t. Glancing in my rearview mirror, I saw it, its feathers scattered around it. “I should have stopped,” I thought. …