Author: Dennis Ritchie

I looked back into Suzie’s eyes, the only place where communication still flowed clear and true, and silently confirmed our sacred promise to each other. Together, we would fight this. But such battles take unexpected...

When the dawning sun threads through the tree branches and spotlights the early morning dew with amber, a leaf or blade of grass becomes a glittering jewel. The season’s first glint of snow or a mysterious pea soup fog reveals...