Friday, August 31, 2018

Bubbling up from some subterranean storehouse of memory or dream came the story that would change the world, he hoped.

Thursday, August 30, 2018

Tuesday, August 28, 2018

The fight was never finished, merely a see-saw between the right and left.

Monday, August 27, 2018

As I lay bleeding, the life running out of me, I realized I was about to become another statistic.

Sunday, August 26, 2018

She cried out in the wilderness, a lone voice amidst the wild things.

Friday, August 24, 2018

There were some stories that stuck with you and hers was one of them.

Thursday, August 23, 2018

Wednesday, August 22, 2018

Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Monday, August 20, 2018

The past and future were adept at murdering sleep but the present was the undisputed king due mostly to the never ending news cycle.

Sunday, August 19, 2018

A constant sense of impending doom had become our common emotion.

Saturday, August 18, 2018

Time and space meant something very different to the harried single mother working two jobs and living in a cramped apartment with three kids.

Friday, August 17, 2018

The summer came and went without so much as a day spent at the beach with the wind rustling through her hair or the feel of the sticky chill of a dripping ice cream cone on her hand.

Thursday, August 16, 2018

Life, it seemed, had stalled for Luke who felt like he was in an airport waiting for a plane that would never arrive.

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

We prayed and paid to the new Gods of Upward Mobility and Fleeting Fame, but they were even less responsive than the ones we'd given up on.

Monday, August 13, 2018

Sunday, August 12, 2018

He attempted to blot out his personality and become nothing more than a mirror for whomever he spoke to.

Friday, August 10, 2018

It was a time of marches against rallies against marches against rallies.

Thursday, August 9, 2018

The signs were there, but we still refused to acknowledge the coming storm.

Wednesday, August 8, 2018

It seemed to Francis that the world was getting marginally dumber by the day.

Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Brett sometimes had trouble determining what were memories of actual events and what were merely half-remembered dreams.

Monday, August 6, 2018

Sunday, August 5, 2018

I paddled my board as a dragonfly hitched a ride, my small service to nature in the midst of its wholesale destruction at the hands of my kind.

Saturday, August 4, 2018

Friday, August 3, 2018

Thursday, August 2, 2018

Time moved much too quickly those few final precious days spent together.