Griffin
I first became a banker as an alternative to suicide. Sometimes in life it is best to consider an alternative. It’s OK if you hate bankers, I hate them … Read the rest
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I first became a banker as an alternative to suicide. Sometimes in life it is best to consider an alternative. It’s OK if you hate bankers, I hate them … Read the rest
Mom says they are going on a vacation, just the two of them, but Henry knows it isn’t because they are packing in … Read the rest
Puckett started to pick up his cane, then left it where it lay as a gesture of faith. Down the elevator, … Read the rest
The medevac choppers usually stopped coming when the snow vanished in spring. The ski resort behind us was rundown — the lift towers, … Read the rest
I’m deeply in love. I’m very shy. I love Rebecca. I don’t dare tell her.
I’ve written it on a piece of paper, but I … Read the rest
Tonight, walking in the pouring rain on the Avenue, I went searching for the answer to a question for which I had no words. Though now that I … Read the rest
Kevin McIlvoy—who went by “Mc” (pronounced Mac)—was one of the most extraordinary writers, teachers, and human beings I’ve ever known, and I was crushed to hear about his … Read the rest
Our son returned to the mountaintop dirt-stained and soaking wet, no backpack, his clothes torn with jagged maws of fabric, blond hair in a muddy clump. As he … Read the rest
CW: Conflict Zone Violence
After guerilla training in the mountains, our sons came back with machine guns and grenades, their cheeks … Read the rest
I once watched my friend fall from a height of thirty stories and live. Well, not live, but you know what I mean.
At first I … Read the rest