Smokescreen By Krista Schumacher On my sixth birthday, I watched my father ride away on his Harley Davidson. As the years went by, I wondered what roads he traveled as I blew out the candles on my cake, remembering how… Continue reading

On my sixth birthday, I watched my father ride away on his Harley Davidson. As the years went by, I wondered what roads he traveled as I blew out the candles on my cake, remembering how I used to wait… Continue reading