My grandmother died recently.  Although she was 89 years old, her death was a surprise, as deaths tend to be. As I made my way to and from Wichita, Kansas for the funeral, I was in[...]

Sunday I took it back slowly, singing a silent muscle-memory melody: “One, two, three.” Click. A symphony ensued — the delightful feeling of no feeling as the titanium face o[...]

I’m coming to your house to see what’s left, what I can take.  Even though I’m not sure I want to remember you, I know that I will whether I want to or not.  This[...]