The Hurt House

  It belonged to me, partly, for a short time.  The image above, of it reduced to a smoldering heap, atop its cinder block foundation, should make me sad, but doesn't.  Although I sympathize with its current settlers, displaced and robbed of their belongings, I'm glad it's gone.  If I'd been notified while it was a blaze, I…

Dead Beat Blues

  Your big brother called; first time I've heard a peep from him since you and I divorced twelve years ago.  Having been forewarned of your sister's request for my phone number, I thought I was prepared for the context, but I must confess, you and your family never cease to baffle me! He wasn't calling to…

NESTING

  The youngest of two sons moved out today, from underneath my wing, where I've held him close for 19 1/2 years, leaving behind a clichéd empty nest and a massive void rapidly filling with uncertainties. "He'll be okay" I keep telling myself, "he'll be with his big brother, they will both be okay." My…