July 4, 2018

After taking the last batch of cookies out of the oven, Anna wanted to go for a walk. It had started snowing again. Just a few light flurries. It’s the pleasantest kind of snowfall, especially at night.

It was the winter after the record breaking snowfall, so even though there was a lot of snow outside, it wasn’t as much by comparison, so we didn’t...

September 14, 2017

Like a ritual, whenever I'm home, I spend my nights at Donut Shack. It's open twenty-four hours. Tonight fits the pattern. I send a text to Matt, Isaac, and Austin. 

"Donut Shack?" I ask.

"I'm bringing Everett" Austin replies.

Twenty minutes later, we're all sitting around the counter. A Greek lady is trying to serve us regular coffee even though it's...

September 8, 2017

I squinted my eyes. It was the middle of the day and it was bright and dry. My hands were sweaty; they are always sweaty. It was quiet and all I could hear was the wind rustling the leaves of the trees. I slowed my breathing and swallowed. My throat was dry and swallowing only seemed to make it worse.

I take a deep breath and yell “PULL”

There is a s...

August 31, 2017

When I was home for Christmas break last year, but a few days after Christmas, I had coffee with my friend Ellie at Bakers & Co—our regular spot. I can't remember if I took her there first or if she took me first. I like the Market bun better than she does, but even I think it's too sticky sometimes. I like eating things with my hands, but if the t...

August 26, 2017

Blane had lived in Maryland just about his entire life. Except for a brief stint traveling in the navy he had live primarily in the Dundalk area. His parents had lived here and he always wanted to be close to them. Since he had never married, what little family he had was very important to him. Blane hadn’t gotten married for any pious reasons he j...

August 3, 2017

The first time I remember being lost was right after I had gotten saved at Billy Graham's last crusade.

He was set to speak at Oriole Park at Camden Yards. It was early July, 2006. A group from my church was all going to ride together in a school bus.

At 6:30pm, the adults were ready to leave and started gathering us kids and getting us to load into...

July 28, 2017

Whenever I tell people that my father went to Mount Saint Joe Catholic high school they always seem surprised. I’m not sure if this is because they know me or my father.

“Most of those guys are probably in jail by now,” my dad said as he pushed his plate away, finishing his omelet. "Yeah we used to raise hell for that poor bus driver. And we weren’t...

July 20, 2017

On Chicago's Green Line, heading North and West, I was sitting just in front of the middle of the middle car on the right side as the train moved forward. The train was crowded. I had boarded with Nicole, but we couldn't find two open seats together. She sat a few seats to my left, both of us with our backs to the windows.

Sitting closest to the doo...

July 14, 2017

It’s 12:30am December 20th.

A flash of light catches my eye as I drive down King George street. A woman is in the street frantically waving a flashlight. I hesitate for a moment. My building is yards away. I’m almost home. Do I stop?

I apply the brake before I have time to answer the question for myself. I am an Eagle Scout after all. Do a good turn...

July 3, 2017

In the winter of 2009, my Dad needed to drive to Glen Bernie to pick up a drum kit for my brother. It was to be a Christmas present that he didn't even ask for. I asked if I could drive because I was trying to log my hours so I could get my driver's license. He didn't check the weather, or even look outside before handing me the keys and saying “su...

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