Gray…

“The Little Boy and the Old Man Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.” Said the old man, “I do that too.” The little boy whispered, “I wet my pants.” I… Continue reading →

A phase

    “All three are hip-deep in midlife, when the eyes go and the waistline spreads and the city on the hill that shone so brightly in youth turns out to be more like… Continue reading →

Last Tear

Watery eyes and a deep breath – like it was the last draw of air left in the atmosphere, the heavy heart and the The lump in his throat when he realized that the… Continue reading →