The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

dad calls out something I can’t quite make out. My mom smiles.

“He’s asking if the pie is ready. Some things never change.”

She goes back inside and I stay on the porch a little longer, watching stars appear one by one over the fields.

Somewhere in a federal prison in Ohio, Marcus is serving eight years. His appeals keep getting denied. The evidence is continue reading …