Left to Write

When I was a kid, fall was my favorite season. Yep, I was one of those kids who loved school. And in my small Michigan town back then, things were simpler. We raked leaves and burned them in driveways, after we’d had our fun jumping into big, crackly, red and yellow piles. The football field… Read more

THE HANDSOMEST BOY AT SCHOOL In a snapshot of dappled emerald and ultra-marine blue the light fell through the fir trees on a wispy breeze of a spring afternoon. Jim’s boot smashed into the wet earth where he stepped down from the school bus in front of Golden Oaks mobile home park on Mullen. As… Read more