The last time I saw my father he was wearing a toupee that looked like a year's worth of dryer lint, a worn-out Carolina t-shirt, the blue almost white now, green golfing shorts, and penny loafers ...  [+]

She lies down, stretching out across the trunk of a walnut tree cut during the spring.

All that's left of its bark are a few shreds, gradually withering away. 

With her back resting between ...  [+]

The meep of the alarm dragged me from the warmth of my quilt cocoon and smack into Monday morning. I had to bat at it four times before it finally stopped and I found my glasses. 6:00 A.M. and still ...  [+]