The fear gripped the nape of his neck again, icy groping fingers brushing his hair against the grain, forcing the pain of anxiety he felt down to the pit of his stomach. His newest boss, recently re-titled “Chief Renaissance Man Officer,” as he liked to joke — CFO/COO/CTO — had just darkened his…

The heat of summer clung to his shoulders like wet blanket. The Texas sun was mercifully setting, but his soggy shirt still…

“Where the hell is it?” I asked my scouting partner. Like me, he was in Boy Scouts because his father was an Eagle Scout…

She smoothed his hair and put his flat-billed cap back on his head as they both cheered. He kissed her temple in thanks and lazily draped…

My friend pulled a stack of blank crisp white note cards from her purse a few nights ago and passed them around the table at the bar. We…