Tomato Tastes Better at High Altitude

A greater energy surrounds us as sliding glass doors part. We enter a zone of industry. Windows flank the exterior wall and allow natural light to flood the massive airport atrium. Taxis and shuttle buses accelerate outside, their noise loud then soft as the doors continue to open and close. We’re squeezing in one more…

The White Cane at the Airport

“You’re going to have to lead her,” one TSA agent says to another. They stand somewhere to the left in my blind spot. I wait in line at the body scanner for the first time since owning a white cane. I wonder if I should have folded up my cane and set it in a…