THE MAN WITH THE STICK

Seven-year-old Kylie Whitfield peeked out the front window as the man with the stick walked past her house. Every morning, at about the same time, he passed by on the near side of the street, close enough that she could clearly see his full white beard and white hair. Kylie lived with her mother in … Continue reading THE MAN WITH THE STICK

LIGHTS IN THE DARKNESS

Someone I did not know has died. So why should it matter to me? Early each morning I drive by a long-term care facility on my way to work. My route takes me over a hill, and when I reach the top, the sprawling structure is barely visible in the predawn shadows. But once every … Continue reading LIGHTS IN THE DARKNESS