National Suicide Prevention Lifeline

Damn. I was in high school. Short Story and Poetry class, to be exact. Learning about Ernest Hemingway. We were talking about heroes. Hemingway’s protagonists were men’s men. Even Papa himself. He was in the war. He hunted. He fished. Africa. Paris. Key West. Havana. And he wrote. He always wrote. At the time, I… Continue reading National Suicide Prevention Lifeline