Observations

As my regional jet taxied away from the terminal, I reflected on my first flight from my new home airport, Chattanooga. My plane was the only one there. The six gates were empty.

What do the real estate listings look like for houses in the small island neighborhood jutting out into the river with unobstructed views of the nuclear power plant?

The combination of removing noise-cancelling earbuds, the waking sounds of a new day and having just listened to an end of the world audiobook where the narrator realized he didn't hear

The olive jar rolled back and forth in the car's rear floorboards with every curve of the mountain road. When I moved the rest of the bottles to the front the

I did something ridiculous that made Deborah laugh. I asked her if she would have liked me as a kid. She only laughed harder. It seems like it would be fun to describe