No Survivors

I’m guessing someone’s died out here tonight. He’d been brought up in the Lutheran Church, his Grandmother and then his … More

NaNoWriMo: More About That Later, Chapter 18, Like Heads Through the Hourglass

Drinking alcohol was so easy now. It seemed like only yesterday, on a dull Friday or Saturday night, we’d be … More

When I would hear my friends talk about what their children were going through to get their driver licenses, I … More