A piece of home alone fiction by Rich Paschall The alarm went off at 6 am as usual. Instead of hitting the snooze bar, George turned off the alarm and got up. It was Wednesday, trash collection day in the small… Read More ›
It’s snowing outside yet again and the world is drifting in whiteness. Against the bright white window light, my bundle of Indian corn is sharply outlined. It reminds me that just yesterday it was autumn.