When you grow up eating alone, sometimes a terrible dinner is all you can ask for.
My grandfather was gone before he died. Even when I dream about him, I can’t bring the real Bob back.
Fourteen years after his death, the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy author’s influence can be as much a burden as it is a source of comfort.
It’s not easy to put a person back together, even at the U.S. military’s premier burn unit.
Our minds have a funny way of re-writing history. What do we do with all we’ve forgotten?
A weeklong trip filled with deep-fried shore meals does funny things to a man’s insides. When you have to clean up the grisly aftermath, all you can do is laugh.
Growing up, my mother’s fearlessness let me pretend I was brave. But as she’s grown more anxious, I feel the power of her protection lift.
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