Crackheads Have Morals Too

Dear man riding a moped down East Cambridge on Thursday wielding a running weed eater in the air, I have seen some crazy shit in my lowly 30 years on this planet. I’ve seen a vagina grow to the size of an arcade basketball, a two-year-old smoke pot on YouTube, and just this morning I…

Until Thanksgiving

My grandmother Irene wasn’t an elegant woman. I often remember her sitting at the small oak table in her dining room enjoying a cup of coffee while more than one cigarette at a time burned in her ash tray. At her side there was always an unfinished crossword puzzle, routinely tucked inside of one of…