I live on a mountain outside Chattanooga, Tennessee. The view one street over is of the whole valley, including the tallest and most notable mountain in Chattanooga. I just got back from visiting

The fog hung heavily in the sky. It made the air as damp as a long-sleeve shirt from a washer with a broken spin cycle.

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

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.