The gamble

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

Letter to my childhood neighbor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The door opens. A man squints, looks at me, and asks, “Just you? Where are your 5 friends?” “What? It’s … More

The orchestra tunes up. Long tendrils of sound stream across the crypt. I close my eyes. The instruments stop momentarily. … More