“Father’s gone.”
Jenny Page My mother was inconsolable. The cat had escaped into the rainy night 12 hours earlier and, when he hadn’t returned by daybreak, she, of course, called me. “You’re the one…
river road
Testing, testing … one, two, testing …
“Come get your hand, Sheriff.” And that was the crux of my first odd conversation this morning, one that was long overdue. We had sent the hand – the one…
A Recap, A Return … A Rebirth!
Hello, Dear Reader, Marjorie here. Your Miss Comportment is back … Still celebrating Songkran, or Thai New Year! When last we met Things were dire. Body parts all about, The…