The first thing I saw yesterday morning was the message that you died. I crumpled to the floor, weeping that I never told you how much I love you. I…
I’m working again, sort of. My full-time job of pain management has been successful enough that I am able to type for about and hour and a half a day,…
In the last conversation I ever have with my father, he tells me that I am so much like him. Maybe too much. “I was so confused when I was…
I lie in his arms in the middle of the night. My eyes are still swollen from crying but my face is dry now, at least. “I’m sorry,” I tell…
She knows she has another brother, one she can’t play with or see or talk to or torment. One who won’t torment her back, the way her eldest brother does.…
