RECORDING MOMENTS IN TIME

Confronting fear. My uncle was visiting one evening when the lights in the neighborhood flickered out, and dad was at work having been...

I like sleep. Sleeping or just laying in bed, or on the couch, watching TV. Over a lifetime would say I’m a morning person, but the older...

The value of life, quantifiable, acknowledged but never spoken, hidden, perhaps. Human capital, tangible while a laborer is alive, a doctor, dead, is of no value. The value of life defined as the ‘product’ it can produce, what it can give back, can barter. Max the gunsmith. Mr. Maddox’s ability to construct, offer security. Ms. Bishop’s culinary skills. Emily… a warm body. Me? Me, willing to do what I’m told without complaint. Kitchen helper, errand runner, dole out food, sen

Everyone, growing up, has a “theme song” a song whose words connect to their innermost being. Defines them. One song that is embedded in...

Ten… nine… eight… seven… six… five… four… three… two… one… Happy New Year’s… someone somewhere is cheering.., someone somewhere tipsy…,...

I caught the German measles (or three-day measles, Rubella) and spent a week confined to my bed with a do-not-scratch mandate. Sponge...

Awaken by the warmth of the sun, no rain, cool for now. I could hear movement nearby and felt the whispers. I laid quietly, eyes closed, inhale and exhale, repeat, replaying last night’s events. “Crap, what did I do?” My life was about to change and not for the better. I’m screwed. Maybe he is not dead. A bad dream. Staring at the blue tarp, I replayed the events, the sounds. He fired, first hitting the roof, then silence. Seconds passed as I pull the trigger, slow, knowing I

Federal holidays reviewed, my favorite, the day after. Columbus Day (Indigenous Peoples Day) October 9, 2023 (Second Monday of the month)...

Apologies re-repeated, I hate pickled beets. America Family Day, August 6, the 14th state-recognized holiday in Arizona, a non-paid...

“She’s coming with me,” he demanded. Emily breaks away, stumbling to the ground in disarray, still pleading between sobs. Blood oozed from her lip. He bends forwards squinting, focusing, cussing. Considering his options, still responding to the adrenaline flowing through his veins. A small crowd was now forming. A step closer, I consider my future while watching Emily in my peripheral vision. Then, an unexpected memory of an exposed, beaten woman flashed in my thoughts. Almos