I have always dreamed of becoming a farmer.
Home-grown eggplant. Vine-ripened tomatoes. Juicy strawberries hand-picked after soaking in the sunshine.
Who could […]
“You want me to do what?”
I said skeptically, under my breath.
Before me sat a rickety, tar-patched tin boat not […]
Watch men die.
That’s what the centurion did.
He inhaled the smells of deteriorating flesh daily. He listened to the sounds of […]
“Little Turtle.”
That’s what my father called me.
It was my “handle” back in the day when we chatted up strangers through […]
