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Fish Sticks Went Flying
artwork by my youngest angel
The Night the Oven Blew Me Across the Room
The house was always freezing. An ethereal draft continually ran though the house and up our spines. Although she never showed herself, we always expected to see “the lady” down the hallway or around the corner, which kept my muscles … Continue reading
I Surveyed the Surroundings From My Horizontal Position
Artwork by my youngest angel
The Epic Cherry Drop
The clear sky was so out of place for an Oregon spring day. My limited vision sanctioned only one small central circle in the entire cloudless skyscape. The high frequency waves that made their way through the small opening to … Continue reading
My Heart Tried Desperately to Come Up My Throat
Artwork by my amazing son
With Complete Trust My Eyes Fixed on His
So I guess I exaggerated when I said that no one in the neighborhood could outrun me, to my deepest annoyance and highest anxieties, Jerry could. There were so many times when I needed to run away from the one … Continue reading
He laughed at me, in a best friend sort of way
We lived in some pretty shady places growing up, the cheapest housing always brings the poor, the addicted, the desperate and the hoards of children together. Not a great combination when you’re a kid. We subdivide our kids in standardized … Continue reading
If Anyone Was Going to Die, It Would Be Bob
Come on… you knew this was coming… There was such incongruence with the ideas that I couldn’t get them to fit together in my head. I was pretty sure from my Catholic upbringing that suicide was an unforgiveable sin, but … Continue reading
“It will be ok”
My mind is strong but my spirit is stronger. My mind is usually good to me, but on occasion can be a real asshole and drag me down. Regularly, my ego confuses me by imitating my spirit and together with … Continue reading
A Chorus of Light and Color
So what does a thirteen year old without parents and without a place to live do? I sat in the quiet empty apartment and assessed my situation. I had seen the poor outcome of kids in the foster system and … Continue reading
Raised By Wolves (I Wish) 