The elephant collapses, shaking the ground, his rhythmic breath coming in “long rattling gasps.” The officer fires again.

We drive through the parking area and continue down to the pond. There’s not another soul anywhere to be seen or heard.

But as I look around at everyone in my house, I realize we all look the same.

There are days when I can’t look at death in the face. Today was one of those and I didn’t know

I was fascinated by this commitment to preferring a mixed virtual world to the real one, but perhaps I ought withhold judgment till I go a full day without playing Wizards Unite.

Having relocated to countless places in my life, all but one of which I had never seen before moving there, I became adept at finding my way to and from wherever I needed to go.

During my Kahala weekends, I was the man of the house and felt a duty to protect my mother and Jen.