I Was That Little Girl Under the Table
It’s not often that television shows speak to my life. Mostly they provide entertainment, escape, and, if I choose wisely, elegant writing and some humor… Read More »I Was That Little Girl Under the Table
Watching Daddy Die
The email from my father’s wife said that he had fallen and broken several ribs. After a horrific night in the emergency room he was,… Read More »Watching Daddy Die
Requiem for the Pontiac
My dad wasn’t around much. He says he was, says I came home every night for dinner. Which was true. When he wasn’t on the… Read More »Requiem for the Pontiac