It’s the little things

We were settling into an evening of movie-watching when Keith said to me, “By the way, we’re out of peanuts, pistachios, chips and dip. We don’t eat them very often, but all we have for snacks is popcorn.” “Urgh, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I scolded. “I went to...

Trespassing

Last Saturday night, I dreamed that my writing class was holding a retreat at my childhood home. We sat around the living room of a house that no longer belonged to my family. Yet the mustiness of Connecticut’s summer humidity scented the room along with lingering...