I live in New England now, in Boston. If you’ve been here, there’s a place known as the public gardens. You can walk through the gardens, past the momentous George Washington Statue where the general’s back scrapes the Boston skyline and on through a lively sanctuary. The gardens are beautiful, filled with trees and greenery that…
An Invitation
I walked right past him even with the urge to speak to him. A few months earlier I had met a guy named Mark out on the streets of Boston. I wanted to offer Mark something to eat, so I asked him to go to get a sandwich with me. He said he preferred Dunkin…
The Artist We Choose to Kill
Friends, teachers, strangers, family, and people I don’t yet in this adventure: I’m going to start sending something out once in a while. I don’t expect anyone to read all of it or any of it. If it finds its way into your deleted emails before ever being read, that’s fine too. I suppose one…