That Day I see my sister — the youngest — the one who waits for me. I see her discontentment…
Accent The whispers of my childhood woods and the hills redundantly green cast a blade-sharp curse on my tongue— the…
Three months later, I wearily pulled into a motor lodge somewhere in Pennsylvania. I don’t remember the name of the…
2003 The warm Colorado sun kissed my cheeks as my boyfriend Jim and I loaded onto a chairlift. I raised…
1997 My sandals squeaked in the soft sand as I made my way across the beach toward the water-skiing cove.…
Christmas, 1982 To Kristin – A wonderful Christmas story by a great poet. Love, Mother and Dad Oh, to read…
To Kristin with all our love Merry Christmas! 1981 Before writing about A Light in the Attic, given to me…
Unloved I grew up sensing other people’s emotions. With no words spoken, I could feel whether they wanted me around…
Introduction I am an adult daughter of an alcoholic. I have learned that this is a thing. In fact, there…
Chapter 3 Oil and Lemon The month-old van’s electrical problems might have had something to do with the interior reconstruction…