In My Humble Opinion

I saw a familiar face amongst the crowd of children dusting the snow off their boots and replacing them with soccer shoes. My wife and I sto...

When Donna spoke of the "old bag" it took a moment to realize that she was not being self referencing. Although her left arm laid ...

My son is standing in a crooked line of students with violins dangling from their chins awkwardly. As all beginners, they don't yet know...

Lisa clutched at the tissue dangling from her hand as we settled into an awkward silence. The only sound in the room came from her seven yea...

Sonia struggled to express herself through broken English. Her lively facial expressions and exuberance betrayed by her inability to string ...

I walked into Sarah's room like the prodigal son. Her husband stood above her holding a glass of thick liquids in one hand and a spoon f...

Our relationship was difficult. I dare say strained at times. I internally gasped as I listened to my own words as if they had come out of s...