
I am lying on the ground, cool frost on my palms. Soon it will snow for Santa. The wind is moving through the pines, like fast water in a rocky stream.
A voice from above cries, "Are your alright?"
St. Valentine Can Rot In HellSource: Salon.com
"Did you tell her that two years ago on that day, I was in jail? Did you tell her I was there in the first place because some jerk stole my license plate that night before? That I was late to work and got pulled over? That I had no idea that ticket was outstanding? Did you te …

The moving trucks were there. The household was abuzz with activity. Hector was underfoot and being told to go in the other room. When they would move into the other room, he was told to go into the other room. This is how it went for three days.
Ode to A Personal EssaySource:
I wrote this piece – still a draft – for a textbook on personal essay…
thought i should share …