According to my mother, I was a late talker. Not because I lacked the ability—I could holler “MOM” at an ear splitting volume from the age of…… Read more “A Name”
The Only Way is Forward….
I am officially one month away from the launch of my debut memoir, and if I am honest, I am as excited as I am terrified. My… Read more "The Only Way is Forward…."
For the first day of November, a.k.a “National Adoption Month”, here’s a bit of advice: When you get together with your long lost siblings, try to take…… Read more “Sisterly Suggestion”
Saving Trees is Hard
I am glad that we’re not printing the manuscript out a million times for the editing process. Enough trees are going to donate their fibrous insides when…… Read more “Saving Trees is Hard”
My Sister’s Father
The first time I saw the man was in my mother’s living room. [And here is where the qualifiers begin.] The first time I saw the man…… Read more “My Sister’s Father”
For Becca. On Her Birthday.
For the past nineteen years, my sister Becca has told this story every time she introduces me to her friends. I guess to show them what our…… Read more “For Becca. On Her Birthday.”
Things You Pick Up in Public Restrooms
It’s been years since I have been in a bar bathroom this foul. You need to be much more intoxicated than I currently am not to mind…… Read more “Things You Pick Up in Public Restrooms”
There is a video. A video that a distant biological relative who I will never know posted on YouTube. It’s from before my Uncle Mac accidentally shot…… Read more “The Video”
My hair is piled on top of my head. I am dressed like a 19th century peasant. I lose count of how many bobby pins I used.…… Read more “Late Bloomer”
It was a school day. It was sunny, but crisp for April. The weather at the beginning of Tornado season was always unpredictable. I was in the…… Read more “Here.”
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