My husband returns from the Safeway Empty-handed, and without his familiar jovial twinkle. Sweetie, where are the groceries? I ask. He had gone to buy non-perishables, hearing on King 5 News of sudden shortages of toilet paper,...
It was the summer of 1962, and I had just finished my junior year of high school. A few weeks earlier, my parents and I had moved from Chicago, where I was born and had lived all my life, to Hollywood, Florida. None of us has...
“Your bill is ready, Mr. Biggs, but Tulip needs recovery time.” Jesse looked at the page and read $8.59.04. He blinked and looked again, $859.04, “I can pay four cents. I might even come up with four hundred cents.” Jesse had...
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion – Albert Camus
