"Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or to lose."
- Lyndon B. JohnsonAll alone in the middle of the night, Joseph sits at his typewriter. His fingers rest on the keys, but he doesn't know what to type. He remembers years earlier, when his fingers flew over the keyboard of his computer, scrawled across the pages of a ( Read more... )

From what seemed like a million miles away, Joseph heard the buzz and high-pitched chime that meant someone had sent him a text message. He reached his hand out, groping around for the messy desk next to his bed only to realize he'd fallen asleep on the floor. Or passed out on it, he wasn't quite sure which. Either way the phone was too far away to ( Read more... )