Isn’t it weird how ghosts from the past come back into our lives? It’s like walking down a straight path but finding yourself turning back around to the beginning.   It is a very odd...

I sit on the swings, kick off my dirtied sneakers, admire my Pepto-Bismol-pink socks, look to the sky, and theorize thus- God owns a startling number of balloons. I remember things. I close my eyes,...