Cobblestones

It was the only time in my life I was good. Back home in Seattle, after running away with the money I made from selling my grandfather’s vintage Fender Telecaster and my grandmother’s wedding ring, I spent three months attending weekly AA meetings at St. Elizabeth’s Church. I would get behind the wheel of my…

From Paris with Love

Dearest, I’m sitting outside at a café in Paris. I feel the fall breeze, but summer is fighting to stay. Keep the envelope – the Parisian postage stamp will remind you of the last time you were here with me, long ago. I remember how much you love letters because you consider them a dying…