
PART 1 The smell of Marlo’s Diner was a time machine. It was a cocktail of burnt coffee, sizzling bacon…

PART 1 They say the most dangerous predators are the ones you never see coming. The ones that look broken,…

PART 1: THE SIGNAL I’ve faced death in the dusty streets of Fallujah and the frozen peaks of the Hindu…

The heavy oak door of Murphy’s Bar groaned, a low, familiar complaint against the cool San Diego evening. For a…

The snow came early to the Nebraska plains that year, not with the gentle dusting of a postcard but with…

Part 1 The radio static cut through the silence of the Colorado morning. It was 11:00 AM, the sun was…

Part 1 You people don’t belong on a Harley. Hell, you barely belong in this town. The words didn’t just…

PART 1 The silence was the first thing that hit me. It wasn’t a peaceful silence, the kind you find…

Part 1: The Longest Night Bend, Oregon, is deceptive. By day, it’s a paradise of jagged peaks, rushing rivers, and…

THE FIRE OF WAGE WARFARE: JANE FONDA’S FURY OVER TIPPED LABOR, THE ‘LYING’ LOBBY, AND THE PRICE OF ECONOMIC VULNERABILITY…

Part 1: The Code of Grief My name is Jack Miller. For twenty years, I carried a badge in New…

Part 1 The Longest Watch It was 0600 hours at Fort Liberty, North Carolina. The mist was still clinging to…

Part 1: The Silence on the Line My sister, Rhonda, was tired. That is the thing I remember most when…

Part 1 The snow had been falling since dawn that Christmas Eve, blanketing New York City in a silence that…

The air in Mrs. Margaret’s Advanced American History class always felt thin, as if there wasn’t enough oxygen for anyone…

Part 1 My name is Ryland Hayes. I’ve worn a badge in this Tennessee town for fifteen years. I’ve seen…

Part 1 The wind cut through the manicured grounds of the cemetery in upstate New York, carrying with it the…

THE LATE-NIGHT BATTLEFRONT: RACHEL MADDOW LEADS THE CHARGE, CALLING COLBERT’S CANCELLATION AN ‘ABSOLUTE OUTRAGE’ AND A DEMAND FOR REVERSAL The…

Part 1 My name is Samantha. My friends call me Sammy. I was 21 years old, a senior at the…

Part 1 The heat in Chicago that summer was oppressive, the kind of thick, humid weight that sticks your clothes…