Now that he’s gone, I fear I won’t remember him when he gets back. Dad left when I was thirteen; my brother and I hardly remember his face when he left, or what color his eyes were. Mom won’t even… Continue reading

As a little girl, I was always frightened by thunderstorms. I think it had something to do with the loud bang that erupted in the sky or the flash of lightning that crackled. When it stormed, sleep was not an… Continue reading