When I was in college, I worked at a place called The Bridge Bar. It was appropriately named since it was indeed tucked next to a big bridge in a tiny town of about 200.
Being on the river, we had lots of boaters each summer, but my favorite customers came in on Sunday afternoons. They stopped by on something called ... Read More
My friend, Heather, died of cancer when we were 30. I remember walking through a deli with her when she was deep in the battle. I noticed how other people looked at her out of the corner of their eyes.
When my friend noticed another woman wearing a scarf over a bald head, Heather marched right over to her, said “Hello!” ... Read More
Are you okay? Is everything alright? Are you waiting for someone?
Yes. Yes. And yes.
The last place I expected to find myself last Friday night was on a curb outside a Speedway gas station in a town with no posted population.
But there I was. Desperately wanting to be home after a week on the road and instead stranded in a parking ... Read More
