School days meant up-before-dawn, carpools across town, tuna-sandwiches and rotting bananas shoved in brown paper sacks. Then home by bus – exhaust, the stench of
Category: memoir
Early (Hidden) Roots
The house is brand new and we move in without our mother, who is in the hospital getting our new baby. There are three floors
A Woman I Never Knew
Much planning involved in duplicity, when absence of feminine is intent – no amount of research can release her, buried in a home within a
A 60’s Childhood
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
Self Portrait in Colours
Found an old diary – days when I prayed to the angels, painted myself white, believed in a God that cared about personal forever after
Shadows Echo
Reminds me of home – Dad’s drinking, dressing up, keeping up appearances; a woman without a voice, public persona all important: must disguise private hell.
