She turned around at the door. “Hey - did you know R?” I shook my head, but then again, I barely remember anyone from back then. My husband dug into his vast memory of names and faces and found her there, somewhere between rehab and that long year of sobriety. “Of course I remember her. … Continue reading A Tribute
Category: Remnants of the Past
Well, It’s About Time I Got Around To This…
We talked about that one place in my heart that I can’t get over. It comes up occasionally. We talk it over a bit. He wants me to try to find a solution. I usually nod my head and try to forget again. This time it’s sticking to the walls of my brain, begging me … Continue reading Well, It’s About Time I Got Around To This…
Oh The Places I’ve Come From
“Cleveland, Cleveland, convention in Cleveland….Convention ‘97 will last forever……” Ringing in my ears as an unwanted memory, the BY Convention song my mother wrote fourteen years ago plays in my head like a broken record. I guess she got it right - about it lasting forever and ever and ever…but how I wish it would … Continue reading Oh The Places I’ve Come From
And Then There Were Two
He sits with the demons in his head, watching the world go by as he waits for salvation. The metal pumping through his ears reminds his heart to beat. Sweet nectar of oblivion passes his lips greedily and soothes his insatiable thirst for love. He is fiercely loyal to these streets he sits on. He … Continue reading And Then There Were Two
Father, I Dare For Fear
I am sitting in the white van with the red stripe. I am apprehensive and a little confused. I do not know what is going on, only that for weeks there has been a nervousness to my father that came with anxious phone calls and whispered unknowns. The twenty-minute drive in the gloomy Ohio spring … Continue reading Father, I Dare For Fear
Colloquially Speaking 