Vignettes of Times, Places & People
I write these vignettes because I like them. Sometimes they're characterizations, sometimes events, sometimes just reminiscence.
He carried the message—the real deal.
The years stole the sight from one of Bessie's eyes, and her red hair thinned almost to nothing. But her laughter stayed rich.
He's still the only person I ever knew who could be addressed only by his zip-code.
My parents moved from the hotel room, but Dovey stayed in our lives.
The carrier would bicycle through the night to deliver a letter by hand.
Shrinking the tumor of bigotry