On a morning walk in a town I hate because you’re gone, I happen upon the…
At the backyard cookout, the beef patties look like little pink brains, flattened into…
It was the first time I ever saw a man shot. Charlie usually blended into the jungle like invisible, venomous snakes. For some reason…
The TV is on, the afternoon news quietly humming through empty air, but I cannot focus on…
I feel a sharp kick in the ribs as my son rolls around in the throes of waking up. I glance at the window, see daylight…
In my lifetime I’ve known two people who took their own life. Two good and honorable men who, at either their darkest or most liberating of…
They call themselves my sons, my brothers, and my nephews.