Admitting you are a writer at Wheeler’s is like admitting to folding origami or shopping at the Whole Foods.
Something essential, something dangerous, loomed in this war and deserved the light of literary day.
I’m afraid of contributing to the stigma of mental illness by telling this story.
Off his meds, Daniel went to a bar, got spooked, and lost his temper.
He told us all about bears and what to do when we met one.
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