A woman was singing on the bus

A woman was singing on the bus this morning. Not loudly, just a soft, quiet, soprano melody. Her voice didn’t compete with the noise of transit and traffic. Her song, sometimes fading into the inaudible and back again, weaved in wavelength parallel with the rest of the soundscape. The song was so soft she might …

Talking to Strangers

This is why I don’t like to talk to strangers: In childhood I was taught (conclusively) that strangers — all strangers, but especially friendly strangers — are out to abduct me. Since I am not seeking to abduct anyone, why would I want to be friendly? If I talk to strangers, they may get the …