Iโ€™ve never posted like this before. But I suppose Iโ€™ve never needed to. If youโ€™ve read the title, you know what to expect, and you can move on if youโ€™d like to avoid the topic. Iโ€™ll understand. Grief is a funny thing. Professor Farina taught...

Thereโ€™s a small village out in Alabama called Saintโ€™s Glen.ย  You wonโ€™t find it on any map, at least not since 1965. But you can still find the remnants of the town.ย  If you follow the river southwest of Thomasville, youโ€™ll find it, somewhere in...

Dear Friend, This is not a confession. There is nothing to confess. I would have to feel guilty for that. Let me be clear; I do not feel the slightest bit of remorse for anything. What happened was not my doing. I just feel as though...

โ€œGoddammit! Not again!โ€ screamed Ricky after opening the much-anticipated email. โ€œPinche pendejo!โ€ he said even louder. โ€œHijo de tu puta madre!โ€ He picked up his expensive mouse and threw it against the wall. โ€œBesa mi culo, puto!โ€ He slammed his fists down, shattering the tricked out, top of...