Fools and Their Money

Bitsy leaned in close, her breath soft on my ear as she shouted to be heard over the thumping base. “Holy shit! Did we really drink that much?”

I started to shrug but the movement set the room spinning. I squinted at the bill again–a white strip of paper stretched into a much longer rectangle than either of us had anticipated. The numbers danced and spun before settling into the final total: $137.65.Read More »


Old Friends

Kenny and I grew up together, close enough that my mother has pictures of us sharing a bubble bath. We were inseparable all through school, right up to our joint graduation gift–a pair of Euro-rail tickets and matching backpacks.Read More »


A bare oak grasps

At a sky the color of oatmeal

But fails to snag

Low hanging clouds

A cardinal sits alone

A ruby surprise

On the dull palette of winter

Waiting for the sun