From the Passenger’s Side

For most of my life, I never thought I would experience love, but now all I have to do to feel it is shift my gaze to the left. He is breathtaking, and what we have makes me contemplate what the word beautiful means. He hums the lyrics to me – and even though the song has been overplayed on even the stations of static, to me, they are whispers of sweet nothings – a melody that he has composed solely for my ears.

The Long Road Home

Hello. My name is Sam. And I’m a commuter. Every Monday through Friday, I make a 70-mile roundtrip to and from work. Millions of people in the United States are doing the same thing – and some have it far worse than I do. And let me be the first – and sure as hell […]