On just like any of a thousand other dawns, Brother Gregory crossed the monastery corner of the estate to the scriptorium at first light, the dew dragging down his robes at the hem, but that …

1. Pick up a dreaming cat
You can pick up a sleeping cat, although I would not advise picking up a sleeping cat of mine without memorizing the manual first, specifically the parts which advise you …

Many’s the time I’ve been mistaken
And many times confused
We’ve told our stories of that day a hundred times, a thousand times: where we were, what we did, with whom, how. It’s not rehearsed; it’s just …

Katie found Mike standing motionless in the kitchen of the cottage, grocery bag on his hip, staring into a corner of the ceiling. She reminded him that he was supposed to look up into a …

Helena wanted to know first of all what Molly Guidry did — for a living. Mr. Morgan didn’t know for sure, although he’d heard she worked for the Forest Service, which sounded about right to …

I remember the day he came home from the hospital. Now he’s in tails and a yarmulke, waiting for his bride. That little towheaded person, clutching a Care Bear, calling me “Seh” until he could …

Saturday June 24
It is somewhere around the Noroton, CT exit on I-95 that I start thinking of vacation not as a unit of time, or a destination, but as a sentient being — a petty, …

Helena had first started asking to hear the story years ago, when she was still little enough to be carried — the story of the lady with the great boomerang-shaped scar crossing the right side …

Since I shaved it all off nine-odd weeks ago, my hair (well, “hair,” at times) has gone through various phases: the Boot Camp phase, the Chia Head phase, the Toilet Brush phase, and the Duckling …

I tend to get caught up in the stories of objects, where things came from, how they got here. The up side is that I can pass the time during a wait in line or …