Kenny Fries


DanB Seattle

“I had given up hope,” she confessed. “Then one day I was by the river and I saw this tree and I noticed this tree had died in the bomb blast. It was still black and charred, but I noticed small branches beginning to grow.” more

Aug 4, 2017 12:00 AM Dispatches

Reading Rich’s words would be the catalytic event that moved my writing closer to what I wanted to write: a book in which my name, my experience, did appear. more

Mar 29, 2012 9:42 PM Dispatches