Writerquake

They lived there young in the old building. The sun was old but seemed new then too. It clearly knew the morning, dearly warmed the day,...

When I first saw my mother's ashes in a gray, shiny plastic container, and noticed the squared edges, I knew that angst lay ahead — ...

It is simply an old cut-glass lamp that has been a light in my life for as long as I can remember (and may be why the first word I spoke...