Be Kind to Strangers

“That’s Tom,” said my daughter from the kitchen, pointing toward me as I walked in. A tall, thin, balding and bearded young man reached out his hand to mine. “Nice to meet you, Sir. I’m Parker.” “He’s hiking the Pacific...

The Bench: a short story

My intention was to write a brief post about a bench, the picture of which I had posted on Facebook. But I didn’t get any other writing done on the day I composed this. My intention is to work on writing projects first thing each day. But I let the world intrude...