Things Left Unsaid
Some time ago, lain out on a gurney, deeply drugged, post-surgery, my wife disclosed that I had said to her in low and muffled...
Losing Oshi
The death of a beloved pet can be devastating. It was a canine parade: A matched pair of glowing pumpkin-colored Vizslas,...
The Silence is Deafening
Note from Editor: Carolyn Rhodes was in the process of writing her “My Third Act” story for this issue when she lost...
In the Neighborhood of Love
"I have always wanted to have a neighbor just like you, I’ve always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you." Wouldn’t...
Stories That Bind Us
William Faulkner once wrote,“The past is never dead. It’s not even past.” For some of us, that’s good news. Because...
Taking Off Our Masks
Some time ago when I interviewed RH, he shared his belief that everyone wears a mask. His premise not only was based on observing...
Nothing Like Hugs for the Holidays
After nearly two years of social distancing, many of us long to touch and be touched. "On my walk today, I had a fleeting...
Dream Catching
My wife makes numbered to-do lists that can bring present and past, wishes, ethics, ideals, and regrets into a convergence...
Enlightened Aging — Reminiscing About the Past
As we age, memories of long past events become more important, especially with each passing decade of late midlife and old...
Julia and I — Late Love in the Time of COVID
We met during COVID. Amid death and seclusion, love happened. It was on one of those end-of-the-line dating sites, where...