Dad’s Journal (Alex)

Solomon’s funeral was like nothing I’d ever been to. I knew there were a lot of Native American traditions that didn’t translate well, but this was something special. I can’t even begin to describe it. Kish was rightfully sad, so was I. He was an old man, but still it was sad to lose such … Continue reading Dad’s Journal (Alex)

The Pretty Boy (Alex)

There was always something that pulled me into the dreams. And it was always hard sensation to fight. I’d learned over the years that this tingling sensation I felt was pulling to the dream. To a specific dream - the little boy who was a monster. He built towers out of blocks and smashed them … Continue reading The Pretty Boy (Alex)