Whispers in a town that shouts

The house is quiet. Quiet in that kids are at school-husband at work-dishwasher going kind of way. Our cat is sitting on the window seat looking out, silhouetted by the morning sun. A tall mug of tea, reheated seven times […]

Jayne Brook

Just admit it

Half the time, people are very pleasant when they recognize me. They whisper, “I like your work” as they push their grocery cart past me at the store, or “When are we going to see you again on TV?” as […]