The first red and orange leaves have made their appearance, though two days ago, the thermometer in the car read 93* F, and it was sunny enough for my pale Celtic skin to burn as we played our last gig of the summer. It used to be summer lasted until the start of the school... Continue Reading →
2001
When I was eight years old, my family made the move from Colorado to Missouri so that my father could attend medical school. At first, the move was an adventure: a new state, a new town, a new school, new friends. But the adventure quickly vanished under the weight of loneliness and fear. It was... Continue Reading →