Stop, Look, and Listen

Stop, Look, and Listen

People often confide in me: deeply personal stories about bad accidents and tragedy averted, extensive outpourings about aunts with Multiple Sclerosis or fathers with Parkinson’s. I hear them in the security line at the airport from the agent tasked with...

Mutually Assured Devotion

This is not a typical romance. I didn’t fall on one knee to ask Leslie to marry me, even though that move was somewhat possible twenty years ago. It was a drawn-out discussion, the question of what we might be to each other, beginning with her rather pointed...
Please, Call Me Stanley

Please, Call Me Stanley

To Kenny, I’m Stanley. It’s been a year since I last tried to correct him. When he spots me in the neighborhood, he yells, “Stanley.” Sometimes he does a little dance. Sometimes he says he was hoping he might see me. He always carries his Bible...