Maine, 1975: The Story of a Little Boy Lost

Kurt Newton disappeared without a trace into the Maine woods when he was 4 years old. More than 30 years later, his disappearance remains unsolved.  THE LAST TIME ANYONE SAW KURT NEWTON he was riding his re...

Why I Let Go Of Facebook

I take long walks through town and I try to see with my childhood eyes. I imagine myself closer to the ground; seeing, really looking, at the microcosm beneath my feet. Kneeling down in wet dirt, I watch as tin...

Thin as Thieves: My mother, her bulimia, and me

Trigger Warning: This story contains a graphic portrayal of my mother’s struggle with anorexia nervosa. If you are currently struggling, or are recovered, you may find elements of this story triggering. Rea...

I Don’t Remember You

I Don't Remember You On Virginia Avenue Today I went for a long stroll around our neighborhood. I hadn't seen the light of day in quite some time, my feet had not pounded the pavement, my blood had been sittin...

Where Do You See Yourself?

Where Do You See Yourself? I guess I’m at the age where people suddenly take a liking to asking me about “Where I see myself in X years”. I satisfy them with some cryptic answer like, “Well, still in the...

Caleb’s Voice: On Having A Brother With Autism

“There’s poop on the walls again.” That image of my childhood is forever going to be synonymous with Autism and my brother, Caleb. He was born in 1993, just two short years after me. From his first breath, he s...

Freedom Papers: On Becoming An Emancipated Minor

MY HANDS WERE SHAKING, BUT MY VOICE WAS STEADY. I had called every attorney in the telephone book. Yes, I actually used a telephone book. It had long been stuffed underneath the cushion of a kitchen chair. T...