She looks in the mirror. Who am I? she asks. How do I not yet know? I’m a mom, daughter, sister, friend, wife, teacher. No, no—those are...

Photo by jonas mohamadi on Pexels.com Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack. John sat, swaying to the rhythmic motion of the subway car....

She opened her mouth, But nothing came out. No sound, no utterance, No whisper, no shout. How could this be She had so much to say? It...