Posts published by “Paul Modic”

I still don't know why I blew through that checkpoint outside Mazatlan on my last drive North up through Mexico even though the police went…

I sat in my dad’s house, empty except for a chair and the phone. It had taken me weeks to sort it out, clear it…

There was a crowd gathering outside the College of the Redwoods auditorium, we had all come to hear one of my literary heroes Sherman Alexie…

I had no idea that Nellie was an alcoholic. One night I woke up and noticed she wasn't in the bed; I went downstairs and…