Sweet Dreams

“May I help you?” asked the young hotel receptionist as Keith and I stepped up to the desk. “Yes, we’re passing through and wondered if you have a room for the night,” I said. “We don’t have a reservation.”...

Triangles

When I was in kindergarten, my class presented a Christmas Pageant. Mother sewed an angel costume out of a white bed sheet and trimmed it with gold sparkles to match the pipe cleaner halo. I sang “O Little Town of Bethlehem” as a solo but felt I’d been miscast. I was...