Three Apples

Your face has changed. It's fuller now. Your five o'clock shadow has disappeared. Your hairline has receded. And the decades...

... a moon so large in the Angelino Sky that I could clearly see the red underbelly of a Southwest...

Last Sunday I stood a foot from my TV flipping channels to find local news coverage of the protest rally...

Etched somewhere in your memories of childhood must surely be a moment, an image, a fleeting impression, or a moment...

The 1978, hand-me-down, brown, nerdy Chevy Impala I drove my freshman year at the university of spoiled (or smart) children...

What I hope is the last bill from a 30-minute visit to a Burbank hospital a few months ago arrived...

"Go back where you came from," said the elderly man entering the auditorium to see the Red Army Choir perform....