December, 2005  “Travis! You are going to be late!” my mother’s voice rang from the kitchen down the brightly painted hallway to my bedroom. I groaned and rolled out of the twin mattress. My boring white sheets laid on the ground and my whole room looked like a tornado had come through. So it basically […]

Intro June 2007 She smiled. She smiled when she died. She smiled when I told her I loved her. She was always smiling. I think that’s what Jessica wanted to be remembered for: smiling. Her father said at the funeral that he didn’t remember a time she didn’t smile. But I do.  It was July […]