I want to write about my brother. I have no idea what there is to say. My brother was found, unresponsive, in a public restroom with drug paraphernalia around him. He had one shirt, one pair of shorts, two shoes, his prison ID and a dollar on him when he was found. He had none... Continue Reading →
Gone, Brother, Gone.
I have a brother. He is nine years older than me. He is intelligent and loving. He makes me laugh and cry. He makes me hold on to my hope. He inspires me to be empathetic and understanding. He makes me want to do more for my fellow human beings. He is an addict. He... Continue Reading →
