An old man reads newspaperthe old-fashioned way,the way he’s always done.He thinks holding the paperwith his two handsmakes what he’s reading more real,maybe even true,but it does not. He thinks…
Young is a relative term, the older you get the more you realize that. I am no longer young by any measure— unless you’re nearing 100, and if that’s the…
A cold gray sky followed me home. Like the town crier, the weatherman had shouted warnings of coming snow, but I try not to worry about things I can’t control….
