How Are You?

Often, it's a formality, not requiring a response. Very seldom is it a question that people want an honest answer to. So why do we ask it? It's polite. These three words have become a dread for me. I don't want to lie, nor do I want to tell the truth. It would be impolite … Continue reading How Are You? →

Sinking

I was five years old the first time I remember leaving Phoenix. On a hot summer night, my mother loaded up her red Toyota pickup truck with all of the belongings she could fit, and my sister and I climbed in next to her. I don't remember what specific emotions I was feeling, but they … Continue reading Sinking →