The Land Of Hunger

I remember the day I came from from school and noticed, for the first time, the smell of the house we lived in. It wasn't the cigarette ...

I can date the memory by the house we were living in: I was 10. I woke up from a nightmare, a recurring theme of being kidnapped in view of ...

I want to write about a woman I met the first time I was in jail. I was inside twice, neither time for a lengthy sentence: but the experienc...

"It is such a secret place, the land of tears." - Antoine De Saint-Exupery In my family, there was just no room for the children...

(I remember once when my brother was 3, he wiped out on his Big Wheel at the end of our driveway, and ended up with gravel pushed deep into ...

***I have already posted this elsewhere, but it belongs here, so here goes,*** My father’s mother was suspected of poisoning two of her se...

 Being the oldest child of an alcoholic father and a suicidal, wheelchair-bound mother left me feeling responsible for things that were well...