Ben ran to the road as a vehicle approached. His thumb thrust into the air with a snap, and, as if by sheer will alone, the passing pickup turned on its blinker and pulled to a stop along the gravel shoulder. Ace and Caveman had been right. The trail provides.
Day 12, Monson, Maine: The buildings along Monson, Maine’s humble main street looked as if they’d been milled and raised of local lumber. The rough-hewn surface of the local buildings told a story of a rough-hewn past. The structures served as a relic and reminder of a harder and simpler time.
We've got some exciting news about our first veteran artist and the weekly content starting up in October.
If you read our articles on PTSD and Writing or how Kacy Tellessen's suicide letter sent him on a 10-year journey of writing, re-writing, edit, and finally publishing a war memoir, you know
Kacy Tellessen is exceptional in so many ways. He's served his country with honor, deploying twice to Iraq when called. He owns and operates a successful catering and food truck business with such