I loved my father, my daddy. My sister and I jockeyed for the favorite child position well into our adult lives. She ultimately won, by following the rules and marrying well. My half-brother, never into sports and butch things, but a Madonna follower who painted his high school bedroom… Read full post »

Dudley, my husband and I had been living in separate bedrooms for awhile; I guess we should have seen this coming. We hadn’t had a real kiss in several years. He and his last wife had begun the long road to divorce this way as well, almost exactly the same way… Read full post »

I walked into the back door of my father’s fully Americanized restaurant full of bulk canned and frozen foods passed off as fresh. It was late afternoon. I was wearing the new beige pant suit and matching peep toe high heels I had purchased the week before in Myrtle Beach. My h… Read full post »

“Ummm, Hello, Dad? I need a place to stay for a little while, Trusty hit me again”.

There is a familiar sigh on the other end of the receiver.

I am 19. I dropped out of college a year ago. I hated college and I hated hearing my father talk about… Read full post »

I spent 1^st through 3^rd grade in a private Christian School. Bible stories were read daily along with corny childish prayers about hamsters that were sick and wanting new bikes for birthdays. I thought God and Santa Clause were pretty much the same person…..see’s you when you’re sl/… Read full post »

I was once homeless. My family didn't have a home most of 2009. It happened quickly. My husband and my 2 children from another marriage lived in a nice established middle class neighborhood. My husband worked as a robotics engineer. I was a successful esthetician. We opened our own business, a… Read full post »