When you live on a main road, you get accustomed to watching the world pass you by. The rush-hour traffic evacuating its exhaust pipes,...

The young girl fell from her nest...

Dressed in shades of shiny black, a drop of red upon his wing, he soars above a tiny shack, views the woman in the swing gliding slowly...

It made no sense that we should be haunted by the coyote, and a whole town no less. If it had been the ghost of the child, or if it had...

So today, yesterday's sore-ish ankle, turned into flaming immobility, necessitating some early horizontal-ity. In addition to the joys of...