To be a different bird—that’s what I love. I’ve always been the one they didn’t want to hand the microphone to, the one with a little too much spirit for the crowd. Looking back many moons ago, here’s a true story: when I worked at the aluminum plant on the last day of my ninety-day probation, they gave me the worst puller they had—numb… Read More

The plane touched down in the heat and the casket was heavy. Men carried it off the jet with stiff arms and steady steps. No one spoke. No one had to. The widow stood by with her hands clenched into fists and her eyes dry—not because there were no tears left, but because she'd used them all up.The husband was dead. The father was gone. The body i… Read More