Take it or Leave it
Casualties of war
When I was 18 years old, I was stupid in all the ways you’d expect an 18 year old to be stupid. Shallow and silly, irresponsible...in other words, a perfect candidate for America’s armed forces.
The Christmas of 1932
This time of year, I always think of my grandfather. He died many years ago; in fact, more time has passed since his death than the years I was able to spend with him. Yet, scarcely a day passes th...
In defense of getting lost
The state of “being lost” does not have a positive connotation in the minds of most of us nowadays and it’s true, it can be a terrifying and even deadly experience.