Hugo Westcombe, from the age of fourteen, wanted to write the next Great American novel after reading an article in…
Mrs. Garacetti was tiny, angular, with a grim set mouth. A severe, featherless bird. Her dress was navy blue and…
My father was dying. My mother sent me a text. I was in Zaire giving vaccines. I couldn’t secure a…
It was the second jail cell that it happened. We were all in for a 24-hour jail term. We were…
In June, two weeks before our wedding, my fiance left me for a woman at work. She was younger, slimmer,…
I was uncomfortable. A general malaise had descended upon me and I could no longer take a single breath without…
In my mother’s generation, there were human beings called men. Men were also fathers. I would have a father. It’s…
They have ripped me from history like a superfluous page. I was a great queen. I had a brilliant mind…
It is so unfair of Daddy to force me to keep doing it. A twelve-year-old girl should be able to…
Milk, milk, milk, I always forget to buy milk. So sick of drinking sour stuff. Yuck. Ham, eggs, fresh bread,…