The room is tranquil, humid.  Its expanse exaggerates the tiniest of sounds, including the abrupt clack of the door I just opened.  The absence of anyone else evokes a sense of foreboding and, oddly, freedom.   Like most other days over the past ...

Last week while cleaning out a closet, I uncovered my old Game of LIFE.  I couldn’t resist opening the box and giving that wheel a few spins to help me decide if it's destined for the trash pile.  And it got me thinking… ...