The gun was nothing.
I’ve had one pointed at me before—more than once. I’ve lived through things that demanded toughness, quick thinking, survival. But nothing compared to …… Read More
I Get to Choose.
I climbed up thirty feet into the shop rafters with chains around my neck and a bottle in my hand, ready to end it. I had been running…… Read More
The Ripple That Reached Her
The Ripple That Reached Her She never imagined she’d be standing at a memorial, speaking about a man she never … Read More
His father’s handwriting
A letter in his father’s handwriting… He’d been in prison for over a decade, and in all that time, not … Read More
She kept playing.
She kept playing. The rain had been steady all morning, tapping a rhythm against the unit’s roof. It gathered in … Read More
Get off your bunk
Get off your bunk. Recently, OHOM organized a table read for our Columbia River writing class. After the men read … Read More