Love Me

The last night of December, a man many years old settled down late in his bed. Not being one to celebrate the new year’s arrival with all kinds of raucous festivities and with individuals he had never seen before, or ever desired to see again, he had chosen to just reflect on the memories, good…

Half of a Heart?

Picture yourself walking into a meat market or delicatessen and asking the clerk behind the counter for two pounds of chicken tenderloins and two pounds of honey-roasted turkey breast. After you wait several minutes, he hands you a wrapped package of the meat you asked for–except it contains just a pound of each kind you…