by Mack Munro | | Growth, Story
It’s October 23, 1960. My dad is in the process of dropping out of high school. My mom is in her first marriage—to Raymond Luksin, an abusive motherfucker who likely suffers from PTSD after his time as an Army medic in Korea. I, of course, am on nobody’s radar. I...
by Mack Munro | | Growth, Story
I’ve always been a closet cat guy, so in 2015, when I finally had the opportunity to get a cat, I jumped on it. The opportunity, not the cat. I had cats growing up and always found a kinship with them. They required little attention and gave little affection, which...
by Mack Munro | | Growth, Story
It’s 1989. I’m 27 years old. Finally, the day has come—I officially feel like an adult. It’s not a good feeling. Right now, I’m stationed at Naval Hospital Long Beach and I’m miserable. I’m working as an oral surgery assistant, which means I spend most days on my...
by Mack Munro | | Growth, Story
It’s 4:00 AM on a Thursday morning in July 2016 and I’m dropping my rental car off at the Albany airport in New York. I’ve just spent a couple of days up in Montreal doing a workshop for a communications company. It’s much more convenient to fly Southwest to Albany...
by Mack Munro | | Growth, Story
It’s Sunday, November 4, 1979, and my parents look horrified as they watch the evening news. 500 Iranian students loyal to Ayatollah Khomeini seized the US Embassy in Tehran, taking 90 hostages. We had no idea they would be in captivity for 444 days. I am a...
by Mack Munro | | Growth, Story
When tornado warnings popped up on the evening of May 20, I knew the bucket I use for my bucket list sprung a leak. The AC/DC concert at Nissan Stadium in Nashville was cancelled. Something I’d wanted to do for so long and was within reach had been stolen. Until it...
