Who Gets to Play?

Who Gets to Play?

“It was an AR 15,” Ben said as I lifted my suitcase onto my bed and started unpacking. Todd and I had just returned from a four day drive through Florida, passing ten miles from Parkland the day before the shooting. Ben had been watching the house, and the news,...
For Meriwether, Reggie, Horst, and Leah

For Meriwether, Reggie, Horst, and Leah

Some days – or periods of life- are sunny and hilarious and fun to write about, and others are dark and terrifying and so hard and sad that words aren’t enough. In the last few days I’ve been reminded several times that we just don’t have any...