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I was 14 when I first heard about a famous pilgrimage route, the Camino de Santiago, from my Spanish teacher. He described the long walk to Santiago de Compostela, where they say St.
I got high the other day. On, okay, pizza.
I have this opinion about not expressing opinions on controversial subjects.
I manage an office in Columbus, but on Monday nights I get together with about 70 men who are trying to recover from sexual addictions.
Editor’s note: This is part 4 of a 5-part short story by Nebula Award finalist Jeffrey A. Carver.
Two decades ago, I moved to Kyrgyzstan, a mountainous Central Asian country on the former Silk Road, during a window which opened with the fall of the Soviet Union and closed a decade later with th
I alternated between mourning and hope. Mourning my latest romantic failure and desperately hoping it might still work out.
Within hours of one of Lionel Messi’s most spectacular performances several weeks ago, tweets, vines, videos, blogs, articles—and even a fake obituary for the defender that Messi embarrassed—multip
Editor's note: This is part 3 of a 5-part short story by Nebula Award finalist Jeffrey A. Carver.
I’m a stay-at-home dad who writes and makes movies during naps and nights. I get a lot of time with my daughter these days, which is great.
“Where are you from?” It’s a question I get asked a lot, especially when I say anything in my mostly British accent, which is tinged with a Scottish lilt and touched with a dash of Northern Califor
Editor's note: We're young enough at Horatio that we feel free to try lots of things in service of our hope of kicking off great conversations about the deepest things.
As a young married couple, from time to time my wife and I butted heads over simple domestic things. Like, say, I’d finished off the last of some food.