Chapter Five A great man is he who has not lost the heart of a child. Mencius It’s been forty years, and I can still see him meandering down the long hill from the adult psychiatric ward to our Acorns’ cottage backyard where we took the kids with autism...
Abriel was three years old in 1995. This story first appeared in 2001 Mature Living magazine. I have been spending time with my 3-year old granddaughter lately. She is a marvelous teacher. She makes sure I have plenty of opportunities to practice what she...
Chapter One Adversity introduces a man to himself. ~Anonymous I stand outside of the side entrance with my employee badge in hand, primed to key the wall lock that opens the steel-enforced security door leading into the psychiatric ER and my upcoming 12-hour shift. I...
I drive back from the bank, cars blowing by as if we’re not even moving. I shake my head, the cobwebs thick, life around me just short of a blur. I turn right off the four-lane maze and slow to a crawl as Haley, my four-legged friend, repositions herself on the...
Chapter Two At every crossway on the road that leads to the future, each progressive spirit is opposed by a thousand men appointed to guard the past. ~Maurice Maeterlinck “Got a good one for you,” Lisa, the admissions clerk, says. “Your timing’s impeccable,” I reply,...
