Look Up

Look Up

The house is quiet. Windows dark. Standing at the kitchen counter she stirs her morning coffee and looks down at her phone. Mindlessly, she chooses the familiar blue icon. Faces smiling. Animals lounging. A thumbs up and a heart. A twinge of despair as an old friend...
The Dividing Line

The Dividing Line

“Is that a tornado?” I asked, half to myself and half to my mom on the other end of the phone. “What?” she replied. Just ten minutes prior she had asked how the weather was. “It’s hot and sticky,” I said, as my foot put light but steady pressure on the brake. “Kind of...