Someday I’m going to retire and I’ll need something to do. Something that gives me a reason to keep on living day after day. “Your day is coming. Be patient,” the impatient voice in my head says. So I prepare. I spread the fertilizer, pull the weeds, set up the sprinkler

Do you remember when you chose your skin color? You don’t? I sure do. Remember it like it was yesterday… It was a day like any other day. Me and the others, hanging out in the wide expanse of nothingness. We were probably no bigger than twinkles in our fathers’ eyes

“Excuse me, ma’am, you need some help?” “Yes please. I need the bathroom key really bad.” I see she’s doing a mild potty dance. Not the kind where you’re jumping from one leg to the next. This is just one of those uncomfortable moves of one foot, then the other,