Rapunzel

There is a woman who works cleaning tables, not serving tables, nothing so glamorous as giving people food. No. Only garbage, trash and liquids cold and heavy carafes of lukewarm coffee grace her hands. Yet she cut her hair off her splendid hair to give to those with cancer, donated her glory to bring joy…

Social Media

You don’t have sixteen thousand five hundred and sixty eight friends. Neither do I. You and I aren’t friends if you need sixteen thousand five hundred and sixty eight strangers between us before you share a word of yours with me or receive a word of mine. It isn’t social. It’s impersonal. If it’s impersonal…

Paradise

It happens everywhere. You don’t have to escape or go anywhere. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, then let’s go to a perfect night. The air is sweet, not altogether wet with rain or mist but ready, moist and humid. It haunts the senses on the other side of a doorway or a…