Sunday evening, almost nine o’clock. I should be preparing for tomorrow. Getting the lunches ready, making sure school bags are…
She looks like Béatrice Dalle in Betty Blue, he says. Maybe not quite as tall. Her name is Sarah, she’s…
We loved Uncle Frank, Mom’s youngest brother. He spent time with us when he was around. He could play football…
Dear Mom, Hope all is well. How are your corns? Not too painful I hope. How is Dad’s back these…
The therapist shifted in her seat, smoothed her skirt, crossed her legs, and then adjusted the pad of paper she…
Oh he looks good in a suit does my boy Jason. You have to give him that. He looks smart.…
One Sunday my Dad dropped by with news. He was off to Lourdes the following day. Some friends were going…
I’m a 48-year-old divorced woman with one dead child and another one with major psychological issues about to set a…
I had my issues with my mother but I was loyal. I wasn’t going to turn on her. She was…
I never really wanted children. My mother was difficult and mentally ill. She struggled with me as she struggled with…
