My husband looks at the stack of “free reading” books by my bed’s night stand: Afterwar, The Things They Cannot Say, The Untold War, etc. They look like the stuff of nightmares, not sweet dreams. He asks, “Aren’t you sick of it?” “What? Reading about veterans and their trauma? … Continue Reading BUILDING A BOOK

Apologies Accepted

    My airplane seat is sandwiched beside a huge man who is evidently aware of his mass- his folded arms rest high across his chest to make room. He keeps to himself. On my other side, is a somber-looking man wearing a bulky winter jacket. After we buckle in, … Continue Reading Apologies Accepted