Where stories begin with a whisper.
Our Ray of Sunshine Here is where I tell the story of our daughter, Erica, and what it meant to love and care for a child with lissencephaly. Like many parents in similar circumstances, we learned quickly that life would not follow a familiar script. What we didn’t expect was how much joy, perspective, and…
Before I was born you knew me. You gazed on me with love and rocked me in the arms of hope.
A short work about two confrontations—one involving steel, the other exposure—and what remains after the doors close.
A quiet, intimate short story exploring unconscious desire, marriage, and the subtle distance between two people sharing the same room.
I’m usually up before the sun rises. A cup of coffee sits beside me another quiet morning begins to take shape.
An essay about work, authority, and the systems that continue operating regardless of consequence. Set during the winter of 1980, this piece examines obligation, pressure, and what arrives without explanation.
Shortly after I arrived, the placement agency that had sent me there called. They were apologetic. They told me they could reassign me immediately if I wanted out. I told them no. I would stay and complete the job.
The web was still new then—not vastly public, not casual. Database-driven website connections were custom-built, expensive, and rare.
Most days, it was just the two of us. He was older than I was and knew the procedures by heart, the kind of person who respected every step because he understood what depended on it.
The expressway wraps the city in monotony, passing warehouses and exits that no longer bother to announce themselves. That night, the rain drenched everything.