The Names We Bear

Remember the last time someone turned to you and said, “I totally love your name,” and how awkward it was to choose a reply? I mean, you could have just said “Thanks,” and been on your way, but it’s hard to take credit for something you had no say in. You know, unless you changed … Continue reading The Names We Bear

Watching the Box

The idiot box sits, in an oaken cabinet, in the far corner of the spacious room, a testament to the generation of distance that placed it in such a precise spot. Opposite the behemoth sits a man of indeterminate age, in a worn leather reclining chair that has outlived the TV by several years. For … Continue reading Watching the Box