Sum of Casualties

Sum of Casualties

I tried to understand his violence toward my mother—her purpled eyes, his paranoia and the neighborhood street lights he’d shot out with his issue rifle over the hood of his Chevy one bad night. His wandering moods ebbed with the flow of Falstaff’s swallowed. Having...

On This Day

On This Day

I don't think I'll ever forget this day no matter how many years tick by. This date comes again every year but any other time, if you ask me the exact date I finally laid eyes on my father again, I can't always remember except that it was just after Thanksgiving. The...

For each time the Truth seemed to hurt


For each time compassion met you at the depth of your pain.

Your Truth is Yours

For every sacred moment you recognize in real time.

Your Truth Matters

My story might be your medicine, and your story might be mine.

Dear Truthfairy

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