Prison Riot
It was a typical day: count inmates, watch inmates, direct inmates, and count again. My post for the day was the chow hall. I counted, I watched, I directed. In the middle of the...
Tagged: non-fiction
My Last Birthday Dinner With Him
It was my tenth birthday, and my mom’s recently estranged husband, Chad, took me out to dinner. He was the only other man in my life besides my biological father that I called dad....