My Lack of Appetite

Another two inches.

I pull the wrapper off the sugar-free chocolate again and toast the horizon and, somewhere, a small New England town.

I don’t say, “cheers.”  In Japan you don’t say that for the sad things. Continue reading


Diet Chocolate

My father was in the hospital again.  He had told me before the first surgery, and neglected to mention the second until it was a go.  Two toes gone and the doctors said they needed to chop the top off the rest.  Why?  Because the doctor said so.  So that’s diabetes, I thought, Continue reading