You lean against the doorpost staring out at the muted shades and blurred edges of today and wonder why did you wake to this grayed landscape. What happened to the vibrancy of yesterday? How did this curtain of loss materialize when it was not known mere hours ago. Your steps are mechanical as you ...
What a Stroll Down Comparison’s Back Road Can Do for a Murmuring Wife
I used to have a thing for baseboards. You know, that strip of beveled wood tacked along the bottom edge of the wall. It meant that not only had the walls been insulated, drywalled, and painted, but that the floor had been finished too—whether carpet, linoleum, or tile. My desert cabin ...