Vedha’s dad checked the cuffs of his light blue, pure polyester shirt and, satisfied, was ready to tear himself from the mirror and go to work.

Ben is a lanky, tow-headed lad whose family arrived in this small Pacific Northwest town in the fall of 1941 as an infant, with his seven older siblings standing on the running boards, clinging to the sides of the rickety Model A pick up their parents had bartered for by picking peaches and apples the previous summer in Eastern Washington.

It all begins with the light falling on the wood.

The elevator doors slid open, flooding Eloise with the mindscapes of its three passengers.

When I met Shawna she was recovering from a brain injury.

The holidays were upon us, and everything around us was cheerful, bright, and merry.