The Drop

Trina sat silently on the steps of her front porch, watching a stray dog. It was sitting in the middle of a rectangular patch of dirt, gnawing on an old work boot. The tiny lawn has been unattended for years and not even the slightest hint of grass remained. She can hear the dog growling

To Protect and Serve

I had reservations about writing this blog post before I mustered up the courage to go ahead and do it. A lot has been witnessed throughout this anomalous year in regards to police brutality. Many deaths, protests and riots have overshadowed even a catastrophic pandemic, which still rages on and continues to kill people. While