The Inner Activist

“You’re coming to the demonstration, right?’ my close friend asks me. “Yes,” I say, a note of reluctance in my voice. In the coming days, I question the notion of attending the political rally that my friend is organizing. I would like to support her creation, and she...
Refuge from the Storm

Refuge from the Storm

On the way home from the new vet, hours to go, I drive into a storm. It’s like a curtain I glide through into a world of chaos. Rain pounds, hail bounces, cars, bumper to bumper, blink their emergency flashers. In my head swirls the vet’s cautioned voice, “May be...
Be Where You Are

Be Where You Are

I’m on the court, a ball flying toward me. It bounces, and I swing my paddle, making contact. The ball arcs over the net and lands near the baseline, and I rush forward. Bam, bam, bam, it zooms back and forth…until it bounces out of my reach, and I lose the point. An...