Monthly Archive: March 2017


Shadow Boxing

“The bombs…listen…they’re seven klicks away.” The night before my Grandpa died, he shared a story from the shadows of his hospital bed: he kept hallucinating about World War Two. “Grandpa, it’s ok. The war’s...


Why Do Doctors Write?

He died mid-sentence. Eight years old and talking to me. “My belly hurt, so I took some pepto from mom and-” Eyes rolled up before they closed, his head lolled to the side, neck...