Formless, I drift on a caravan of memories. Timeless, I wait for the present to take form. Shadowed shapes surround me. Drawn to the...

The bright shining light of a morning sun falls upon her shoulders. She coaxes greens and dandelion from the springtime garden. The...

Sissy stands in ankle-high grass, her back to the hill, her arms raised regally above her chestnut hair. Down-field, by the creek, her...

"How long will she be here?" my dad asks, holding his fork midair, as though he can not take the bite until he hears the answer. I wait...