Real

He stands at the parking lot exit of the Safeway on the sidewalk. His brown hands shake continuously as he holds a simple cardboard sign that reads “HELP.” I’ve seen him there for about six months, not every day, but almost every other. He dresses well, in never-dirty...

M is for Murder

I tried to kill my late wife. This was in 1996, fourteen years before she would breathe for the final time, minutes after midnight on August 30, 2010, after a five-year struggle with breast cancer. I attempted murder the day after my brother married along Boston’s...

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