Small Moments of Relief

After dinnertime, the end of rush hour means quiet streets as the golden sun dips low. Stockton‘s not home so I walk them myself. I leash up the terriers and stuff plastic bags into my cross-body bag. And we’re off. We walk the streets of Mayberry slowly. I let them wander, their tails wagging. A…

Without a Second Glance

It happened before in this neighborhood and it will happen again. It still surprises me. This time of year the hardest decision before an early walkie is which jacket to wear. The daffodils showed their bright yellow faces last week, perhaps the last frost is behind us. The long parka stays in the closet. I…

Grocery Surprise

It’s late and the lines are short. Stockton wheels our small cart into a lane and begins to place items on the belt. Our cashier greets us and scans our shopping with odd bits of commentary. “Can you tell I’m bored?” she says as she bags up boxes and cans. “Ok, that’s $94.” Stockton signs…

What Was That?

“I went to bed that night and I turned off the music and I was laying in my bed and I heard footsteps in the attic. And they were very clear footsteps. I wasn’t quite sure why I would be hearing that, but you know whenever you move into a new apartment you start to…

A Close Study

One time Stockton and I visited friends in South Carolina. Their adorable newbornish baby fed about every two hours. Near some bottles on the granite countertop, I noticed a piece of paper and a pen. “What’s that for?” I pointed to the items. “Oh, baby brain. I’m so tired I can’t always remember the last…