The Winter Guest
I never minded the dead. Or at least, I told myself that as I lay in my great-grandmother’s room, the one with the old pull-out couch that was somehow the...
I never minded the dead. Or at least, I told myself that as I lay in my great-grandmother’s room, the one with the old pull-out couch that was somehow the...
I never thought I’d find myself trudging through waist-deep snow on a forgotten mountain in the Balkans, but there I was, an American from Florida, following my wife and a...
The summer I turned eight, my parents sent me to stay with my grandmother in the old mill town of Ashford. It was a place of rusting factories and narrow...
I arrived in the Balkans in the early spring of 1999, though the chill in the air felt more like deep winter. Our unit was stationed at a forward operating...
The July heat had baked the small city of Gračanica until the asphalt shimmered and the air itself seemed to hum. My family had driven off to some monastery in...
Listening to the woods...
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