Body and Mind
Like the other fishermen, I am waiting to have the day’s catch processed and flash-frozen for transport back to the Lower 48. A recent vasectomy makes me stand in line at a cant. I shift my weight to ease the dull throb in my groin.
Our dad got old. He moved in with his brother. We had all left home because we were supposed to fig…
Helplessness makes monsters of people. He’s seen chairs thrown, exam tables kicked. The rooms pathologists speak to patients in now have everything bolted down.
The Crandells participated in 4-H the way we did everything: bargain hunting, doing odd jobs, and keeping costs and desires to a minimum.
It is impossible to be a human being connected by affection to others and not be vulnerable to pains beyond our own.
how can I tell him that every day I see her smiling in her coral blouse, her matching lipstick, …
I’m a new face in the therapy group. My wife’s ultimatum drove us here tonight. A…
Someone has died. Someone I loved the way I love my own hands. And I am alive in the bright, fading day, flying above the earth and sea.
The real question is: How sturdy and solid is the floor our civilization stands on? How many lives with no prospects, shattered and senseless, can it bear the weight of before it cracks?
