Tag Archives: Grant Hettrick

Turning Into a Punch

On a gray autumn afternoon, I decided I could no longer avoid the matter. The quicker I dealt with it, the sooner I could bury the entire, painful experience, so I packed a change of clothes and some groceries, and … Continue reading

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Fathers Day

Four years ago this summer, I met an exotic dancer named Isabelle, whose stage name was Anna and who received mail addressed to Cynthia. She smelled like jasmine and loved to eat French fries. A tribal tattoo stretched across her … Continue reading

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