It’s early September, one of the first days in third grade. My teacher, Ms. Garnett, hands out paper and crayons and asks us to draw a picture of what we want to be in the future. I ponder my options while my classmates get to work. I don’t really know. … Read the rest
Monthly Archives: May 2013
The Scar
It’s summer of 1978. I’m bored so I head out with my dog Beauregard looking for adventure. Today I decide to follow the train tracks running by my house up the abandoned coal bins. I call them bins, but they’re more like bunkers with solid concrete bays set back from … Read the rest