
What Could Have Been
With a dead stare, I sat in the principal’s office. Again. Except this time, with two grim-faced police officers looming over me. Words swirled around me in the air like
With a dead stare, I sat in the principal’s office. Again. Except this time, with two grim-faced police officers looming over me. Words swirled around me in the air like
Ahhh, young love. Boy meets girl. Boy shares his gummy bears with girl at the lunchroom table. Love blossoms. All is right with the world—until the following week when girl
It’s a nearly perfect Saturday afternoon. The previous night’s showers have long since moved off the Carolina coast, and the cool, dry Canadian air has rushed in behind them, setting
My adopted family has a traditional joke at the dinner table that has been kept alive for over 40 years. My mom’s brother, uncle Charlie, was the first to introduce
I was recently up in the Boone area for a few days helping a friend with some improvements on his family’s mountain home. As I customarily do, I woke up
My earliest childhood memories revolve around my Italian grandparents in upstate New York. For the first six years of my life, they filled the roles of mother and father. I’ve
We live in a time where the word “hero” is thrown around a great deal. In actuality, most of the people who are labeled as heroes aren’t, in fact, anything
Shortly after I was adopted, I was introduced to my new mother’s brother, Uncle Charlie. Uncle Charlie was unlike anyone I had ever met. He had a boisterous, jolly personality
Until the age of about 7, I had never really known the meaning of “work.” I lived with my grandparents in upstate New York for the first six years of
There are two flights of wine sitting on the wrought iron table in front of me. From left to right is a white, a rose’ and two reds. The bright
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