Hello, My Name Is: Awake

She comes once a week to water the plants.
The lower floor of the library is like a jungle, dripping with drooping branches; the corners are stuffed with ferns. The high glass ceilings diffuse the light, like a film in soft-focus, tinted vaguely green. It is a greenhouse, punctuated by bookshelves and cozy sofas for reading. [...]

Hello, My Name Is: Widower

This Saturday was the ninth anniversary of my late wife’s death.
The first few years after Miranda died, I marked the occasion by a solitary pilgrimage to the coast where I once sprinkled her ashes. Being her widower was my religion and the anniversary of her death was the high holy day; I prepared for weeks. [...]

R.I.P. Mr. Pibb

Well, it has been nearly five months since I’ve posted anything to this blog. It seems like a few people were reading it, so I apologize to those who were waiting with bated breath for the next piteous installment.
One would think that five months would equal an insurmountable pile of tales to catch up on. [...]