Miles to Go

Late on a beautiful Sunday morning, I found my daughter vegging out in front of the television and decided to at least act like a good father.  “C’mon, I said. “Let’s go for a walk.”  “How long of a walk?” Natalie asked with a trace...

Back Out Now

“Are you going to work today?” my wife asked.  Groaning, I opened my eyes. “What time is it?”  “Eight o’clock.” I was due in the office in half an hour.  “Fuck it,” I said. “I can’t face the office today.”  “You all right?”   “No,”...

Scrapbook

I knew my father was dying but, since the hospice people said he’d probably last until the end of the week, I decided to go to the gym. Besides, I had a funny feeling I wouldn’t be able to get much exercise in soon. But as soon as I got on the treadmill, my cell phone...