I momentarily hesitated before grasping my grandson’s hand and approaching the homeless man. The man certainly fit the image of “homeless.” His dirty trousers complemented a shabby shirt, accompanied with ill-fitting, cracked shoes exposing his sockless feet. Lori and I had taken our grandson, Eli, for one last getaway before he starts back to school. …
Travelers can generally be divided into two categories: the “southbound and down, craned neck” types and the “slow lane, leaning on the armrest” group. For years, I’ve fallen into the former rather than the later classification—if not because of my tardy departure times, then because my driving was a reflection of my driven self. But …
“Did you miss our Father’s Day sale?” the ad on my phone asked. Not only did I miss the sale, I bypassed Father’s Day altogether. Another Dad’s Day has come and gone. This day dedicated to acknowledging dads usually swishes by me without much notice. Unless I happen to be on vacation, I always work …
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: …
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. …