Tell No Tales

“Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them.” ~George Eliot The ditch was huge, an entire town’s worth of real estate under sea level, testament to what twelve men, a pickax, and five shovels can do under duress. To fall into the ditch was like dropping from a two story building, … Continue reading Tell No Tales

My Shallow Pail List

I don’t have a bucket. I never did. Buckets were for people who had water, an abundance of water that could be useful for cleaning things, for taking care of flood situations, and for sitting there looking like a bucket. I had a shallow pail. You know the kind, the one that people used in … Continue reading My Shallow Pail List