Up-down-up-down; the red onion made a wet woosh, leaving a smear of fuchsia against the mandolin’s sharp blade. The repetitive motion induced the kind of meditative trance I’d …
The good news: my heart is perfectly normal. The bad news: my heart is perfectly normal. Ok, that’s a really flippant, inappropriate answer totally mocking …
We watched the sun sink down through the pink- and orange-tinged clouds, our hands clasped, until it finally dipped below the horizon. Whether I said …
Whenever a vacation ends, I’m always reminded of The Enterprise slowing down from warp speed. The stars quit blurring and gently come back into focus; that …
