Backseat Memories

One of my earliest childhood memories finds me nestled in the back of a wood-paneled station wagon with my brothers and sister, crocheted afghans pulled to our necks, eyes fixed on the ceiling of the car and little padding for our backs. Above us, centered in the beam cast from streetlights and traveling cars, our hand-shadow puppets danced across a stage until the […]

His bags were packed, he was ready to go

You can learn a lot about a person by messing with their plans. Really. Try volunteering to take someone to the airport, insist that you will take responsibility for setting the alarm and waking them…and then experience how they respond when you wake them up five minutes before their plane is scheduled to depart and […]