It’s Only A Stage

The summer sun is out to stay, until a little shower pops up to water our gardens. Kids are out of school and running between our houses barefoot in my neighborhood. I hear laughter and basketballs bouncing right up until the time the sun meets the horizon and passes...

My Place

It was a brick house that sat on the hill. Blackberries grew right on the property line, and in the summer, on hot days like today, we’d throw those old strips of plywood across the top of the bushes and go pickin’. After a few hours in the sweltering...