Wednesday, November 30, 2016

After the wreck, we survived off the dead with an eye towards the weakest of the survivors.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Dave made a concerted effort to dumb himself down hoping to connect with the current zeitgeist.

Monday, November 28, 2016

Priscilla couldn't relate to people who thought of food only as a means to an end rather than a wonderful journey to be taken three times a day.

Sunday, November 27, 2016

We hated complicated issues and so we raised up a simple man with simple ideas and complicated the issues further.

Friday, November 25, 2016

I passed her on the street that morning not knowing that soon she would alter my life in ways that I wouldn't understand for years to come.

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Thanksgiving dinner devolved into a drunken fisticuffs between Bill's flag-waving father and his hippie uncle who had recently given up his pacifist stance.

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

I crossed the border that night crawling on my bloody hands and knees through scrub and cacti.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Reality television wasn't real but television had become our reality with the election of a celebrity.

Monday, November 21, 2016

Sunday, November 20, 2016

In the stillness of the Quaker meeting house her mind finally began to quiet down.

Friday, November 18, 2016

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Every year Frank's world shrunk a little more until it was nothing but his nursing home bed.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

We forgot our past, misunderstood the present, and laid plans to ruin the future.

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

The blank walls of his prison cell became a canvas where he could imagine a different life for himself.

Monday, November 14, 2016

News of another bombing from across the world came floating through the radio while Nick argued with his wife over what they should have for breakfast.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Like Icarus, we hadn't heeded the warnings and for our arrogance the nation plummeted to earth, our wings aflame.

Friday, November 11, 2016

The poets died off and were replaced by commercial jingle writers.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Elizabeth woke November 9 to a country she no longer understood, and too tired to fight, began packing.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

That morning, across the country people prayed that their candidate would win believing God was on their side.

Monday, November 7, 2016

Driving through town past the burned out buildings, deserted downtown, and shuttered shops, I wondered who would be able to help.

Sunday, November 6, 2016

That year, truth—hunted to near extinction for decades—finally went the way of the passenger pigeon.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

He was the kind of guy who would crack open the bones of adventure to suck out the marrow. RIP English Craig.

Friday, November 4, 2016

Walking in the forest in that golden hour she was able to forget, at least for a little while, her and the world's problems.

Thursday, November 3, 2016

The fractures allowed the hidden hatred to bubble up to the surface like a sticky black tar that sucked at our feet, staining us all.

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

He finished writing down what he believed the next generation, if it survived, would need, just as the vandals beat down the front gates.

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Halloween was over but in the dorm that morning the hangovers, bits of smeared makeup, and the hazy memories of random hookups, remained.