Visitations
Brooke was not one to go looking for treasure among the trash, but the sight of a huge yard sale where unwanted items were offered for a second or third chance at redemption, she could not pass up.
Brooke was not one to go looking for treasure among the trash, but the sight of a huge yard sale where unwanted items were offered for a second or third chance at redemption, she could not pass up.
“Waking up this morning,” Arthur told his best friend, “I had a dream. I was in a large passenger plane that was crashing in slow motion. When it finally landed nose first, I walked out of the cockpit window.”
Tom knew when he woke up that morning that it was Fourth of July. . .
There is no way back but there is a way through.
Easter morning and me and my father are down in the basement brushing shoes.
Why read great literature from the past?
“Watercolors have a life and a flow of their own when you brush them on the paper. You let go and see what happens.”
A short story . . .
“The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.”
― Flannery O’Connor