February 5, 2019

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, I would use the disabled beer taps to serve my imaginary friends drafts during my interpretation of a tea party. I would slide t...

January 29, 2019

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 her a letter, a legal pad, several pens and a stamped-return address envelope. In the letter I asked her to write down her story,...

January 22, 2019

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. However, his words, “we are a lot more alike than you know”, would creep out of the dark corners of my mind.

January 15, 2019

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 every corner and laid in wait under my bed. I picked at the white peeling letters of his shirt and dreamed of stabbing him through th...

January 8, 2019

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 rain that he and I were alike. We weren’t a damn thing a like, the old man and me.

January 1, 2019

At the ripe age of 15, I decided to bury anything about me that even flirted with an association to my parents.

December 18, 2018

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. I opened the door and was mortified. I threw all of my gifts away without unwrapping them.

November 27, 2018

There were two things that my mom, Starr, loved – beating my ass and Whitney Houston.

November 20, 2018

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 mama.

November 13, 2018

Jukie was only 58 years old when he died. He seemed to have known that he wasn’t meant to be here for very long. Therefore, he took everything as it came, never worrying too much about anything, and crammed a whole lot of living into his years.

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