Story 3: Rock Paper Scissors

I get into my car and start playing "Many the Miles," by Sara Bareilles because it was a 79 F on a Friday afternoon (and anything less than 73 F is just slightly too cool for me) and I love her and that song sounds like it feels now. Traffic is backed up again. Unusual… Continue reading Story 3: Rock Paper Scissors

Story 2: We Could Have

The light of the sun began to bleed into the night. It was cold in the car, and I wondered if it were colder outside. The car had been running for hours, but Sarah and I were so preoccupied that I didn’t notice it was on or that the heater was off or that my… Continue reading Story 2: We Could Have