I looked across the space between the young boy and I. ‘Brown,’ was the only word that seemed to encompass not only the description of the dead grass and exposed soil, but included my mood and the general miasma of the setting. It had not rained in the past — I couldn’t remember. It felt odd that me, an avid gardener… (more…)
“Jerry,” Kim yelled from the kitchen. “What,” I responded from the living room, feeling lucky she decided to bug me during a commercial and not during a play. When I married the woman she had given me the distinct impression she liked sports. I mean an exuberant ‘like,’ not quite fan-girl level but close. All through our dating and… (more…)