Louisville Sirens

When the noise starts, I think an ambulance is screeching by. The low, lonely wail of the siren nudges me…

Bingo World

My headlights vanish as I turn into the lot. This place used to be an old Kmart or Roses. A…

With each step down the basement stairs, more of my father’s body comes into view. First his Reebok sneakers, followed…

Dear H, I heard classic rock in the car on the way home the other night. The volume wasn’t up…

The location is the first indicator. This is no casual gym. Way south of downtown Louisville, past the airport, a…

I hear it before I see it. I look right. It approaches around the slight curve, the navy engines bright…

My elementary school’s fundraisers held none of the glamour of today’s efforts. No spaghetti discos, no silent auctions. We sold…

Mounted on telephone poles, pictures of local service members line the avenue into town. These display the members’ dates of…

Between sets, two people in the row in front of me go to the concession stand. Both wear tour shirts. …

I focus on my steps and relax into my stride, making little noise. The steady movement calms my thoughts. I…