With A Smile On His Face
He treated women as he did words: He played with them.
An Afternoon in Athens
Why do you persist when giving up is so much easier?
On Feeding Pigeons
I used to think people fed pigeons out of kindness, that it came from that portion of the human heart that longs to help, to serve, and even to protect.
Why I Write
The past is just a goodbye unless it’s redeemed by words on paper.
Elathea
There are two ways to remember the island of Elathea: by the whispered memories of its remaining inhabitants or through the aching monument that barely remains.
Daddy Look
His children didn’t notice the look in their father’s eyes that afternoon; the present is all they cared for.
