Author: CTC

I RECLINED ON THE chaise, shaded by a huge umbrella, beer in hand. The only thing separating the motel from the beach was a small stretch of lawn shaded by palm trees and an in-ground pool. Both were inviting and the weather was warm, but I was oblivious to the appeal of either. Read More …

GOD, HOW I WISHED I never got around to building my wife, Claire, the bookcase she’d been nagging me for ever since we’d moved into the old Federation cottage. The cottage she fell in love with and just had to have when we were finally financial enough to upgrade from our apartment to a house. Read More …