“I live a good, safe 12 miles from Boston,” she emailed me, “I'm tired of reading about the violence over my morning coffee and then not doing anything to make…
The sky was indigo.
The streets were deserted.
It was as if the Apocalypse had happened.
I covered my head with a hood from my coat.
The chilly rain beat…
Some of the boys I work with end up in prison. Dion is 22 and in a federal prison doing time for racketeering, gun possession, and car theft.
Talia,…
“Naw, I didn’t have a gun, T.”
I was visiting Dion at a juvenile detention center.
He was arrested for allegedly pulling a gun on a group of white boys.
The…
"This is my third day of class."
One of the boys from my church texted me.
He just started college.
I remembered when he was eleven.
I thought about how…