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I sat in the second row of Helping Hands Baptist Church, the Big House, listen to Allan speak. Mary-ann’s casket, a chestnut oak with weaves..

A dusting of snow gently layered the sidewalk as I walked into Benny’s Diner. Allan agreed to meet for breakfast and talk about the story ..

I had just read an email from my brother Mike and hopped in the shower, when my phone rang. Assuming it was work, I let it go to my voicemail. ..

I sat in my car listening to 80s rock, looking out at Allan and Mary-ann. They sat on their front porch, the early stages of spring beginning to..

“Who did you vote for?” Aaron asked. We all crammed into Allan’s living room and I felt like one of the kids who had com..

My sister, the ‘accident’ of the family, was almost twelve years younger than me. When I was a teen, I remember her always wanting t..

There are two types of people in the world, city folk, and everyone else. And after the four months I spent by the beach, I was happy to be home..

“Dad, she needs help. You need help,” Prince said, sitting on the front porch. Prince had called me the night before to ask if ..

Aaron stopped me outside the door when I went to see her again at the end of the week. His face bore two, long scratches and he dabbed his cheek..

“Have you been here long?” Prince asked as he approached. I was sitting in the chair outside Mary-ann’s room observing he..