freeway

Sometimes I’m driving my car on the freeway and it hits me: one spacy moment, a hiccup, a tic, and I’m a goner. The freeway lane is what–maybe twelve feet wide? Twelve feet of cement for me and my car,

Father’s Day

I’m reposting this story, a token of love and appreciation for J on Fathers’ Day, and for all you breadwinners who get the job done.  * At first he didn’t mind the commute, even looked forward to having a little

Fathers’ Day

This story is a token of love and appreciation for J on Fathers’ Day, and for all breadwinners who get the job done.  * At first he didn’t mind the commute, even looked forward to having a little cushion between