You’re Never too Tough to Call Your Mamma
There were two payphones on each side of Kodiak Harbor. One was in front of the oldest licensed bar in Kodiak, the B and B. The other, was in front…
The Visitation
The visitation was scheduled to start at two o’clock. By then, the parking lot was full. I found a spot along the back row, facing the cemetery. The invisible drizzle…
Toby Keith and a Baked Potato
Thirty kids were asked to come back for the final night of seventh-grade basketball tryouts. Of those who had made it past the first cut, I was one of the…
Beach Story
I kneeled down beside an old Hawaiian woman with nicotine stained teeth. As she took a long drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, her cheeks disappeared into two dime-sized sinkholes. I…
Hunting Stories
Daddy hung his skinning rack on the mulberry tree during hunting season. Clipped to another branch close by, he kept a spotlight. On dark Sunday nights, he and my brother…