Pine Cones, Punches, and Becoming a Man

So last night I am walking into the health club to get in an hour on the elliptical trainer before they close when I hear the young girl behind the counter ask, “Mrs. Abeyta? How is Jonathon? Is he okay?” It is a refrain I’ve heard often over the past twenty-four hours. It is amazingContinue reading “Pine Cones, Punches, and Becoming a Man”