Stories Told. Lives Changed.
~This is a new post~ An older woman with black-rimmed eyeglass and a red fedora is peeling an orange. Her unpainted and clipped finger nails strip away the dimpled skin. She didn’t know, or pretended not to care, that I was watching her peel and place both the skin and pith in a paper towel […]
16 years ago I’m jammed in a Penn State frat house with my buddies Pete, Jack and a few hundred other rambunctious Nittany Lions. There’s cans of Natty Light and shots of Jagermeister and a cover band thrashing through a version of Blink 182’s “What’s My Age Again?” in the living room. We’re young and […]