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One Last Winter’s Tale

Stabbed selling crack on a side street in Nassau County, Jake told us he couldn’t lift his arm over his shoulder and then raised that arm straight up to expose a line of scars dotting his ribcage and trailing off around his back. Turning slowly and deliberately like a model, clutching his shirt to keep…Read more One Last Winter’s Tale

For Birdie & Christopher

“Never bet against the Steelers.” That’s one of the things my friend, Owen, taught me. I don’t work in a bar anymore, and I’m not a huge football fan, but I’ll always put Owen and the Steelers together. If they ever win a Super Bowl, I’ll think, “Owen must be pleased.” After the Steelers, my…Read more For Birdie & Christopher

Confession

The tired, old line is so familiar I don’t have to finish it—you know how it goes—confession is good for the … Soul. And mine aches because I am a sinner standing in the need of grace. In fact, I just sobbed in the bathtub. Don’t worry. It’s not like I was sitting in there…Read more Confession

The Miracle Peaches

   This is the story of the miracle peaches.  It’s a true story.  It happened nearly thirty years ago in Atlanta, and it began in a cramped, window-less room full of telephones.      In a simpler world in early spring, everybody and anybody who wanted to work in the theatre flocked to Atlanta for the regional…Read more The Miracle Peaches