Crossroads Stories

That’s how you notice him. Just a flicker, the movement of a hand brushing aside a lock of hair, in the corner of your eye. Turn your head just a little bit to the right and there he is in plain view. He’s tall and muscular, and you absorb in every detail you see. He’s casually dressed in a bluish-gray t-shirt and Calvin Klein jeans, the t-shirt says “Relax, Reflect, Return” which makes no sense, it crosses your mind to a...

At a crossroad I always ponder,which path needs to be taken? Head full of options, but nothing jumps out and says, this is the way. I have contemplated this conundrum, many times before in my life. Never does it get any easier, the answers never seem to be defined. So I suppose this time as many before,I will cast the question to the wind. Knowing the cosmos will guide mein the direction I need to follow. Grateful that I...

Jason’s suicide shattered our lives. We had no clue. None of us knew what was going on. I was his best friend ever since 2 nd grade at Sherman Elementary School. We went to Hidden Valley Camp in Maine every summer, played little league baseball and damn it, we spent almost every day together, so how could I not know what was going on? Why would he hang himself?At the cemetery when they were burying him, I couldn’t keep my...