It was hot that day.  The kind of oppressive heat that wraps around you and makes it hard to breathe, even if you're simply standing....

I'm going to start writing more again, I decided. Because I feel better when I write than when I don't, walking around, writing in ...

They are both gone, today. Big A, off to the seventh grade; still a breath shorter than I, but I'm checking, each night, for the dawn t...

Five. I am writing this on the eve of Five; assuming that like all of the dawns previous, tomorrow will come. I will greet it with a smile...

I rarely re-direct you elsewhere, but these words....these words deserve to be read over and over again; they are that beautiful and hauntin...