It Skips A Generation

Anthony‘s head nodded gently as he cruised down the street. The slow, soft notes of the piano drifted gently through the air. Before long, the tempo would take off and the pace would become frenetic, but this was the beginning, a time to relax and settle in for the ride to come.



“He arrived at the multicolored tangle of boys and girls just in time to watch the ball go flying out toward the red goal. Panting hard, he stopped to watch the others go after it again. This was not a new experience for Jace; he was almost always last to the ball, and on the rare occasion when he did get near it, his first instinct was to simply kick it as hard as he could.”

The Flavor of Christmas

Aunt Madge’s infamous fruitcake. It had become a running joke that this was the only real Christmas tradition they had. Every year it made an appearance at the family get-together, and every year her parents made a big deal about having to choke down a piece of it.