02.26.1999
2 minutes away from the concert venue, streets saturated with parked cars, it dawned upon me that I had not considered the parking situation. A responsible man always considers the parking situation. Despondent but desperate, I cut my death spiral of negative thoughts short and stopped the car. I opened up a parking app on… Continue reading space orphan
The night sky was silver. My hands were stiff on the wheel. Where I turned, the moon followed. The heater blew cold before the road bent around the hill. Then it opened, and the sky was silver and the clouds were cold, but the hill had fireflies. The lights breathed like scattered coals. The windshield… Continue reading I-5 south
Whenever the sunlight proved too burdensome for me to bear, I found shade in two places. One was the abandoned playground at the back of our red-brick church. I remember meandering along the shaded, narrow path that led to it while listening to soft background music, and because the church lay nestled beneath a hill… Continue reading remembrance of days past
It is Valentine’s Eve at my mom’s flower shop. I enter through the rear entrance and head straight to the cramped, grimly lit back office to drop off my backpack. My dad—a typically easygoing, happy-go-lucky guy—is absorbed in his work, sipping black coffee while sternly mapping out flower delivery routes at his desk. Between him… Continue reading cleaning roses
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