Mission Aborted
When the dope sickness would crawl over my mama like fire ants, when the beautiful, twinkling woman who gave the best hugs was so far...
Skomie's Place: How to Raise a Kid in a Bar for Bob & Sheri
We listened to the police scanner and watched the large rats scurry along the banks of the polluted Tug River. On evenings that he was busy,
The Dope Letters - Pt. IV for Bob & Sheri
Shortly after the reunion, perhaps sensing the end that we had been slowly creeping towards for years was picking up a lot of speed, I sent
The Dope Letters Pt. III for Bob & Sheri
I concentrated on bringing my baby into the world and shoring up my defenses so that she would never know about monsters like my dad. Howeve
The Dope Letters Pt. II for Bob & Sheri
When I woke up the next morning Steve had morphed from a ghost that I tried to avoid to a drooling, snarling monster that lurked around ever
The Dope Letters Pt. I for Bob & Sheri
People assumed that because we both looked back at them with eyes that churned like a river turned to chocolate milk after a cold winter rai
Settling In for Bob & Sheri
At the ripe age of 15, I decided to bury anything about me that even flirted with an association to my parents.
All is Calm, All is Bright for Bob & Sheri
The Christmas after my parents went to prison,some well-meaning church women delivered a box of food and presents to our dark, joyless house
Whitney was a Starr for Bob & Sheri
There were two things that my mom, Starr, loved – beating my ass and Whitney Houston.
The Morning with Her for Bob & Sheri
She was the missing piece to my scattered jigsaw puzzle. She brought all of my wayward pieces together. She made me whole. She made me her m
