Across the calendar a line of Xs stand upon the dates that we have kissed goodbye. Each line an ending, a memory, and one step closer to hugging someone at the last possible minute. The year goes out with a bang, just as it arrived. It spends its last week ...

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I can't believe I missed this in 1982. It was probably on after my bedtime. Merry Cyber Christmas! The 1982 Tron Holiday Special from Rip Taylor

The day left brown oak leaves littered across the orange brickwork like a dried and forgotten fire. Their shadows twisted and turned as they flirted with the lamplight and teased my tongue with longings of pumpkin, nutmeg, and the slightest hint of cinnamon. Then the rain fell and they curled ...

We passed the flags flying halfway up. Waves of people walked alongside us. Some found themselves caught in sudden bursts of empathy, while others never even gave a glance. The flags carried on regardless. Ten years since it happened. Ten more birthdays for my stepfather. Ten more anniversaries of the ...

I was fairly stationary as a child. I lived in the same house until college. Then I lived in the same area for another ten years. I was never more than 40 minutes away from anyone, friend, family or foe. Not that I had any foes, but I did have ...

I’m alive. I haven’t left the building. Yes, there are cobwebs covered in icicles hanging on the hinges of Honea Express, but it’s not like I haven’t been busy. For example: My latest at DadCentric – One Foot in Front of the Other My latest at BabyCenter – 2011: This ...

My mind wanders through alliterated fields of frost-covered firs. The cat has on her winter coat and she is silently stalking sunshine between the strikingly shrinking shadows of suddenly stark trees. Not the firs, they are evergreen. The lingering lines left by sun-soaked lumber lean and bend across a sea ...

I don’t usually do Wordless Wednesdays on this site, but I’m tired of looking at that Admiral Hills story in the post below. That said, here’s the family at an apple orchard over the weekend. Nana was in town. It was fun. Yes, there are words on here. Do I ...

This morning we passed a firehouse, and outside it stood firefighters in uniform, a police officer, an old woman with a walker and a simple silence. They were oblivious to the cars buzzing by them. One was reading from a piece of paper and the others were deep in closed ...