What does life consist of if not moments stitched together to form a quilt or perhaps even a spider web…
Okay, give me a second, this isn’t easy. It’s been over forty years and it still hurts. So, I must…
It’s not what you see but what you don’t see that terrorizes you. We moved to Laurel Lane in my…
“He puts his hands on me. Here and here.” She pointed to her stomach and buttocks. She swung her legs…
Every summer my parents would redecorate the house. New wallpaper on the walls, new paint on the windows and doors.…
His mother was permanently a bit drunk. Never blotto, never sober. She seemed to always have a half empty glass…
I found my secret den right at the start of the summer holidays. Our back garden is wild, overgrown with…
We were invited to my mother’s brother’s party. My uncle. He had worked for Pacific Gas and Electric and had…
I’d been away for years, so I thought I’d take a leisurely stroll around my old neighbourhood, see what had…
I hate mornings. I really do. I would prefer to stay in bed. Snuggly under my Strawberry Shortcake blanket. But…
