On the other side of heartbreak is a street that's paved with hope - one that I have walked in my dreams when no one else could see. I've carried broken pieces of that pavement into the ev-er-ry-day-world, kept them in my pocket to feel and hold when the ground beneath my feet began to … Continue reading Imperfect Present Tense
Although death is certain and struggle to survive is real, so is the warmth of the midwinter sun breaking through the cold darkness to remind us all that pain is not permanent and death is eclipsed by life.
I wrote this piece whe at the Bear River Writer's Conference in Northern Michigan. It was sponsored by the University of Michigan. It was a writing assigment from author and poet Thomas Lynch in response to a New York times Op Ed. Ryan was a clean, almost preppy kind-of-guy, who decided (for reasons we’ll never … Continue reading Heroin in the Heartland