David Masciotra writes about what America values in its heroes and how it distorts reality. Read More

He looked at me with his innocent eyes and melted my heart in an instant. The second he said he was sorry and tears rolled down his cheeks, I suddenly couldn’t remember why I was upset with him in the first place. I wiped his tears and said, “Oh, it’s okay, don’t cry. I love you, sweetheart.” I turned my back and in the blink of an eye, Spaghetti O’s were being smeared on the wall like paint as he smiled back at me in the excitement of his accomplishment. No, I’m not talking about an ex-boyfriend. Read More