A Eulogy For My Best FriendMy wife, Shawna, had wanted a Yorkie, a 6 or 7-pound bundle of lovable fur. When I brought him home from the soccer field where I’d first…Apr 26, 2021Apr 26, 2021
This will be the day that I die.“A long, long time ago, I can still remember how that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance, that I could make those…Mar 29, 2017Mar 29, 2017
Mobile to Managua: Rites of PassageWith a cylindrical package of Wet-Ones® in one hand, and a transfer ticket for Orlando in the other, I found myself alone on a worn, wooden…Jun 7, 20161Jun 7, 20161
The Ticonderoga IncidentRoger Pierce stood a full head taller than any other second-grader at Sunset Elementary. He had wild yellow eyes, the boundless…May 29, 2016May 29, 2016
The Mortality of Hope and the Cruelty of Musical ChairsOn the eve of my 49th year, I happened upon an obituary, which — though I had not seen nor heard from its subject since I was 18 years old…May 25, 2016May 25, 2016