“They don’t teach cursive in school anymore?” asked Patrick, wiping down the counters by the soda fountain. “Guess not. I never learned it,” Sam admitted, with a mousy shrug. “How are you supposed to sign checks and stuff?” “I don’t know,” she paused. “I just write my name.” “Damn, your generation has completely missed out …
Newborn Kiaba sat still in a tiny hospital bed in Michigan wearing a little monkey t-shirt. Kiaba was suffering from tracheobronchomalacia, a condition where the primary airway in his throat couldn’t fully open. Without immediate intensive therapies, most children with this birth condition die. While he lay with tubes and wires weaving in and around …
“I’m going to kill God and I’m feeling pretty nervous about it,” I told my mom one evening after school. “I can’t believe I’m gonna be the one to do it, out of everybody in the entire grade, they chose me!” “It’s a big responsibility, Ryan,” my mom answered, chuckling. “Though you shouldn’t say …
I hate animals. I can’t stand them. When I say the words out loud, it feels as refreshing as cool-mint breath. And just like brushing my teeth, it is a mostly private habit. So strong an opinion that it becomes fact. I despise animals. And I don’t often let my general contempt for creatures …
