SIC- Dissection

It is Thursday, lunch hour, I can tell by the smell of either turkey dogs or those pre-formed chicken bites wafting down the hallway. The cubbies and lockers are barely chest high on me, but the sights and smells remind me of my days back in elementary school. There...

Grayling 2.0

There once was a small town in northern Michigan, with a big beautiful river- and no one was on it. On a cold rainy day in March, two steadfast fishermen went to float that very same river-and still, no one was on it. Tired and dreay from the six a.m. alarm that...