Formative years were more destruct than construct; contradictions riddled the foundation of our familial structure: one man tyrannized five females while in the news, women
What mysteries lie in ancestral roots, what clues to illuminate the dysfunction that permeated our familial ties, cursed us with a pervasive sense of perversity?
I hold a photo of my father – on that last Remembrance Day – am awed by the person we never knew. Just fifteen, he
“Is that you father?” acquaintances would ask – voices deep and dreamy. Particular about his dress, meticulous in his grooming, Dad’s eyes sparkled oceans his
When it comes to caring, I’m a pro – engaged, wholehearted, well… except that my toddler self joins in, and no matter how proper I
Mother, twice married, conveys reluctance, exaggerates fear – charted history obstacles a given. Father’s outing perpetuates disconnection anxiety replacing communication group wishes null Sister desires