There are some memories that will be forever etched in my brain.
My little brother and I always loved to spend time with daddy. My mother hated it. We'd beg and plead. "Please, mama! We want to go with daddy!" We were quite adept at wearing her resolve, and eventually, against her better judgment, she'd consent.
Daddy was our hero. Daddy trapped Steven, the 9 year-old neighbor kid who'd touched my privates, under the little…Continue
I've been rifling through the emails James and I exchanged. We often wrote on the daily, but occasionally let a week, or so lapse. The last email I received from him was in August 2014. I was thinking about occasionally posting some of them. The thing is, most of the emails…Continue
Like so many writers here, James and I met on Open Salon. After the site went down, we continued emailing back and forth just about every other day. The last email exchange we had was about mid 2014 and then he just sorta dropped off the planet. He quit responding to my emails and any messages I sent him on Facebook. I worried something happened to him. A couple of months ago, he was tagged on Facebook and I messaged the…Continue