I must’ve really hated that woman…

In the middle of my third grade year, in 1986, my teacher died. We got out of school to attend the funeral, kids were crying, yada yada yada. When I saw my young peers beside themselves with grief over this dead woman, I vividly remember feeling both perplexed and disgusted. I hated that woman, and I was glad she was dead. I enjoyed the funeral. … Continue reading I must’ve really hated that woman…

Finding beauty in death on a cold winter morning.

I saw a small dead deer in the road yesterday morning at 4:30 a.m. Bathed in the ghostly white glow of the street lamps lining the overpass, its pallid, twisted form seemed lonely and surreal, almost statuesque. Blood trickled from its mouth in a thin crimson stream onto cracked, sun bleached asphalt. I passed slowly, as there were no other vehicles in sight, and I … Continue reading Finding beauty in death on a cold winter morning.

Some Things…

“What is it?” Kyle ran his fingertips over the rusty metal surface of the small rectangular box his brother had just gently placed on his kitchen table. Mike stared at him. “Don’t you remember?” “Should I?” “I guess you probably weren’t old enough.” Kyle’s hand moved towards the dirt-encrusted latch on the front of the box, but Mike brushed it aside. “Not yet.” “Come on. … Continue reading Some Things…