These Little Earthquakes

“Oh these little earthquakes. Here we go again. These little earthquakes. Doesn’t take much to rip us into pieces.”  Little Earthquakes, Tori Amos Usually I don’t allow myself to speculate whether India will grow out of her epilepsy or be cured. Nobody knows for certain. We don’t even have a real diagnosis. I figure astronomers know more…

Driving Miss Indy

It’s noon on a hot June day, there’s a lot of traffic downtown. My driving teacher, Dana is making me practice left turns.  At forty-two, I’m learning to drive. There’s sign on the top of the car reads: ABC Driving School. We’re at the intersection at Holland and Wellington. The light is green, and I’m…