Epilogues: March 2025
In the landscape of the heart, you rarely know when you are entering a valley. There are no billboards shouting, “Now Entering One Of The Saddest Months Of Your Life!” Perhaps this is for the best.
Cleveland makes it
He’s not New York. He’s not Paris, Tokyo, or Milan. He’s not even Secaucus. He’s Cleveland, and he’s the heartland of Tabby’s Place.
Epilogues: November 2024
No one gets out of November unscathed: not you, not me, and not the star-crossed onions who gave their lives to surf your Aunt Lurlene’s green bean casserole. Elections cause feelings. Thanksgivings cause feelings. The last chrysanthemum falling to the ground? The poet trees turned naked as prose? Feelings. Feelings. Feelings. The only cure for […]