I am five. Chronologically, I am five. Inside, I feel as old as I’ll ever be. I am free of the burdens and distractions that
“How did you do on that calculus exam?” A tall brunette pulled a chair up to the table, directly across from me. The cafeteria was
My first impression of Sherry was “Stepford Wife”. A tall, thin, blonde, Sherry appeared to be the perfect wife and mother. The stones in her garden
Closing my eyes, I imagine a body of water. In my mind’s eye I see a lake in Muskoka: a thick morning mist hovering over the
Today is where your book begins; the rest is still unwritten. These song lyrics have run through my mind all night, keeping me from sleeping.
I fear illness. I grew up in a household where dis-ease was the norm. My mother had her first dance with death as a