Son Jordan takes my guitar to the porch. He is writing new… songs waiting in him to find life, chords and words rising in the morning...

I watch her walking into the quick shop. She’s been counting her money, sitting in the car across from me at the gas pumps. The car has...

Unloading a brief case and a hanging bag. They sit beside the SUV's back door while I grab my cell phone off the front seat. I had seen...