Safe Harbor

Safe Harbor

33, 000 miles on the odometer. We had driven 1000 of those miles in a week’s trek through Illinois, Indiana, and Michigan. In a powder blue Crown Victoria with a trunk large enough to transport Jimmy Hoffa’s body as well as our minimal luggage. It was the...
They

They

Sigh. If you ever want to wave a conversational red flag in my face, just say “they” did it or said or thought it. Be ready, for I will ask you, “Who are ‘they’?” I rise forth from a lifetime of blame from a tattletailing little sis...

Bunco vs. Hunk-o

It’s 6:45 p.m…6:53, and then it’s 7:00 sharp, the time we planned to meet. I’m sitting in my BMW, soothing my neurotic apprehension with hits from the ‘80s on Sirius. The moon is smiling aloft on this typically faint-starred night. The light bleed of the human mass...