I am 50 years-old but every now and then I pass by dad's picture and ask him why he had to die. Sometimes I hear him tell me …
I’m Not Homeless Nor A Hobo
Three of us are sitting around a table at a fancy steakhouse talking about life as it is now and reminiscing about how it was in …
The End Of The Slump
In the time before now when we were not yet who we are today and still not who we would become she asked me to tell her how I …
Sometimes You Have Donuts For Dinner
I know a girl who talks about herring that tastes like butter but I have never come across such a thing and even if I had I am not …