My Son Threw Me Out Of His Wedding For His Fiancée. The Next Morning, He Called Asking For The Ranch Keys. – The Archivist

a man who wasn’t dead.

I might have buried an empty casket and never known the truth.

One Year Later

I’m thirty-three now, and I live in that South Austin apartment with Charlie and a new cat I adopted named Pepper.

I still do graphic design, but I’ve expanded into teaching online courses for other freelancers. It turns out almost dying—or thinking someone continue reading …