There is a jar on a shelf in my office, maybe thirty ounces, glass, full almost to the lid. Sea glass. Hundreds of pieces, every shade from milk-white to a green so

My best friend's mother died on a Wednesday, and I drove ten hours to be at the funeral for approximately sixty minutes, which seemed, when I was explaining this to a

The afternoon Digmund met the neighbor's dog through our back fence, I was watching from the living room window with the kind of half-attention you give something you don'

The guy next to me at the mechanic was doing something I recognized immediately, because I do it too. He was on his phone, scrolling through a YouTube video with the sound off,

I was trimming the hedge along our front walkway last Saturday, and Becky was sitting on the porch with tea, watching me work, which is a dynamic we both find comfortable for different