There is a rat. And a city. And it is dead. The rat, not the city.

I wonder how many people on any given day, at any given time, are waiting, desperately waiting, for that movie moment.

The question nobody thinks to ask is why a child has a favorite stuffed animal.

The moments you want to keep will surprise you.

There’s a story my father-in-law tells about the origins of his surname.

“I love you to the moon and back.”

When Death finally comes I will reach out my hand and hold his, like old friends reuniting.

Sometimes it’s hard to remember that one candle doesn’t lose any light when it lights another.

It feels like it should be a big deal to write a first post. But I’m also confident that this will be lost to the digital sands of time.