As my career progresses I should acknowledge that the pointless personal warbling that feels so good to put to paper, glowing or otherwise, is no longer appropriate here. That this place shouldn’t be my catharsis anymore, it has to represent me as a professional to anyone who might have read one of my pieces and…

  I’m proud of this. It’s the only free one available this issue, and the centerpiece. It’s about what happened when I tried to insinuate myself into a family I “met” during a estate sale, and why I did it. Ghosts of the Estate Sale — The Magazine.   Read it. Hope you like it.