By Paul Fetler My eyes alerted me to the red line emerging on the white plastic test. This feels no worse than a mild head cold. At least...

by Paul Fetler My spouse Willie and I lifted the metal lids of three plastic cat carriers. Bibi, Max and Boris’s paws touched our carpet...

by Paul Fetler There are periods that I have felt I am wearing layers of unresolved shame. During these moments, cloudy moods enter and...

By Paul Fetler Dirty-grey clouds of thick smoke were oozing out of our gas heating vent. “There’s a fire!” a neighbor yelled outside....

By Paul Fetler Breezes of peaceful energy, like I never had felt before doing physical exercise, wisped through my nervous system. As I...