Epiphany Ferrell It was a clear night, moon distant, not quiet, too many spring peepers and crickets for that, and Elena and David sat side by side on Adirondack chairs with a wine bottle between them, empty, and another half gone, Elena wondering to herself if it would be better…

Maureen Aitken My mother says my father’s 30-pound weight loss is the result of a renewed commitment to his health, and his vague expression I describe is actually the calm brought on by, not gazing out the window, but meditation, something I should consider, and his interest in shoveling snow…