Being Outwitted

I was in a coffee shop a few days ago when I overheard a teenage girl tell her mother, “I didn’t ask to be born.”  From the look on their faces, I could tell progenitor and offspring were in the middle of some kind of kerfuffle. I didn’t know what dustup was...

Crooked Ways Made Straight, Again

Grieving people sometimes find it therapeutic returning to work, finding solace in established routines and familiar faces while others need to avoid their job altogether. Everyone’s different, but I found myself comfortable with neither option. But since I work in...

I’ll Be Okay

In an effort to keep my good cholesterol up, I started jogging a few months ago. It’s slow going and sucks but, after getting up to three miles straight on my gym’s treadmills, I decided to put on my big boy shorts and start running outside. I wish someone had told me...

Enameled Loss

When I left work today, I ran into my boss in the hallway. “Leaving early?” he said.  “I have to go grave shopping today,” I said, putting on what I thought was an appropriately solemn look. “Find a place for my father’s ashes. Volunteers are...