It feels like a missed opportunity that I have never leaned in to the silent H in my last name. It has no impact on either the one-syllable or the two-syllable pronunciation of

A lone bat flutters overhead in the darkening sky after the sun goes down. It begins its nightly meal of flying bugs.

My friend Dave was the life of the party. He had a dry sense of humor and great taste in music. He created an out-sized presence in any room he was in. I

The nearly full moon has risen in the sky before the sun has set. The textured surface of the moon is visible against the bright blue sky. It is chilly, but not frigid

A lone figure walks along the railroad tracks. It is silhouetted against the darkening evening sky. The gait is slow, deliberate, with the slightest hint of a limp. It is easy to imagine