The Fruit of Joy

It was just he and I in the elevator. He must have been more than twice my age. A navy blue hat rested atop his head with the words, “Korean War Veteran” stitched in gold across his brow. He was going up and I was going down and I’m not sure which of us got … More The Fruit of Joy

Wind And Joy

Her hair is flying behind her, thin hands grip the handle of a too tall rake.  She’s seven and can’t wait another day to pull a pile of leaves together for autumn play.  Winds are whipping at 45 mph and her red sweater is clinging to her shoulders but useless at holding her shirt down.  … More Wind And Joy