Category Archives: non-fiction

The kid buzzed around the store like he was the son of the owner. In fact, for a few minutes I actually thought he was. What was he, nine, ten years old? He roamed behind the tight sales counter, gaining … Continue reading →

A friend spent four dollars on me. Does that sound like a little, or a lot? He picked over some items at a yard sale and chose a bag of artist’s brushes he thought I might like. Does that sound … Continue reading →

In an old town, ten steps behind a familiar grass hill, sits a backlot filled with debris. There’s a full-sized stone statue of a boy, with a bird on his shoulder—both decapitated. The boy’s head is on the ground; the … Continue reading →

I don’t care about the stuff you’re made of, or your size, or where you live. What matters is your utility, how you put your talents to good use. Have you disbursed what you’ve been given throughout your life? Not … Continue reading →

Are you ready to learn something unexpected? If youth is fondly recalled, and youth is about new experiences, then think about the associations of new, as a concept. New is exciting! Are you ready? Stop listening, and learn to just … Continue reading →

This is a nursing home’s wishing well. Take a look at it. It’s full of dust; empty of water. It’s encrusted with circular stains, absent of the coins that were responsible for those scarred outlines. Also absent are the visitors … Continue reading →

Last week I took a walk down my street. I looked down and saw a growth of moss on the pavement. I passed it by. A few steps later I saw another tiny circle of green. I stopped. What was … Continue reading →