Unlocked
At the fork in the road, she looks left then right and chooses the middle with a wink and a grin. Oh how the wayward souls go Tomorrow I’ll lock
Janelle.
Janelle died this weekend. This isn’t going to be an eulogy. I never knew her well enough for that. She was in my circle – my periphery – for almost
Five Years.
I remember getting on stage the night after finding out that you’d killed yourself. “I can do this,” I thought. “I’m a professional.” I stood up there with the blinding
Persistence of Magic
Lexington will always be imbued with magic for me. (I refer, reader, to the one in Kentucky, not the one in Virginia where I went to college, although that has
