After that weekend touring her new school, I thought of how much I was going to miss her while she was away…(read more)
A scorching September Saturday in 1997. There’s rowdy cheering and laughter of children running and hopping around outside, and metal … More
“Next time I find you drunk and passed out on the side walk…I’m leaving you there.”
Her lips frown as if she smells a rancid stench while her head nods side to side.
Read ‘A Mother’s Day Tale’
If you do the same things with the same people you will have the same year…