Most people write for a market; I write for a ghost.  Specifically, I write for a skinny, 10-year-old boy in a neon orange swimsuit. In my office hangs a photograph of that kid. The bright swim trunks and tank top were classic Kmart special—back when neon was king and Kmart was the destination for summer style. (dating myself with this post) I remember being so proud of that outfit, posing my frail frame during a backyard get-together at my uncle’s house, determined to show the world my...

Have you ever received a compliment that felt like a warm hug on a cold day? I recently experienced just that. A coworker gave me the...

His touch instantly revealed to him the smoothness of the stones in his hands. A sharp shiver rocketed up through his spine to the base...