Dan Radmacher

The Word They Wanted Us to Fear

“Faggot!” The voice echoed in the church-like rafters of a mostly-deserted Clackamas Town Center in Portland Oregon. It was a…

I have lived in Pasadena for thirty years, and in Altadena for ten of those years. I have watched the…

She sat perched erect on the piano bench, like a bird on a wire, except with all the joy and…

I have a recurring dream. It is a familiar dream, and not uncommon to serial over-achievers, although the details likely…

As I slid into the coveted parking spot, the yellow sports car screeched to a stop next to me, trapping…

At Christmas this year, my eight-year-old daughter was fixated on our Nativity scene, and wanted to be responsible for taking…

“I can’t believe that they would hide what happened here!” Angrily, my dad stalked around the little square in the…

My cell phone vibrated as it had thousands of times before to inform me that I had received a text…

On April 27, 2019, a nineteen-year-old white male strode into a synagogue in Poway, California, a small suburb of San…

A man stood before me in the doorway, disheveled and unkempt, like a homeless person about to ask for money,…