I heard the woman yelling before I saw her. I looked up from where I sat in my parked car to see an elderly woman, her shoulders rounded, dressed in a long yellow skirt and white cardigan standing on the sidewalk in front of me. She wore a wide-brimmed straw hat, the kind women wear…
For a long time now I’ve been catching hearts out in the wild. They show up everywhere—in patterns of leaves, in the formation of clouds in the sky, as graffiti on the sides of underpasses. It’s a lot like that Sixth Sense kid, “I see hearts, they’re everywhere!” and sometimes I do whisper in that…
