"Nose against the cardboard, he still smelled each sibling's scent." The tale of the one left behind. Click to read more.
Poems can be stories, too. It didn't dawn on me until recently, but in one of those rare moments of clarity, I just saw it. I've written poems for years, and—duh—some of them have been just as narrative as can be. And so, we though we'd share some with you. Some are appealing. Others dabble … Continue reading Special Announcement: Poems are Stories, Too
My wife smiled as innocently as she could. I searched her eyes to no avail. What was she about to tell me? "I took them the box our water heater came in." "That's fine." As long as it was only that. "They're so cute," she said. "How many?" "Seven." "We're full." We've already adopted two … Continue reading Who Cares