Just 12 hours before flight time, my doctor put down his otoscope and calmly informed me I wasn’t going anywhere for at least two weeks
When I am measuring, measuring, measuring, there is no way I can appreciate the delight of my daughter
There’s no longer any need to keep up “Bubby, what do you do all day?” asks my eight-year-old granddaughter. This is the same child who, when I told her I hope to dance at her children’s weddings, told me in no uncertain terms, “You won’t be alive by then.” For a moment, I’d been
Each greeting filled me with joy, each casual wave lifted me on its wings. The morning’s sky is bright blue. The sun’s yellow rays dapple on the greenery. I step outdoors, inhaling the faint promise of spring. As I walk, I search. I study the faces I pass, scanning their features. I’m seeking a flicker
Do I taste a square of chocolate before it glides, prompting a craving for the next piece?
