He now wears what looks to be a permanently semi-horrified zombie like look on his face, as if he has only now just seen an accident, or stumbled upon a body. His eyes look as if he has not quite gotten back from whatever it was he saw, and tired. He has lost weight …
I will prob be mostly adding stuff to the creative writing section, which counts as a “page” rather than a blog category that regular posts just get “filed under” , I don’t care much for this method for chapters that are meant to go together, in sequence, without a bunch of random stuff in between- …
The one lamp illuminates the room with a yellowish-orange light. It must be almost 9 pm. “Dad, you’ve heard of this….you’re not one of “them” , are you? ” The brow furrows, he sighs. ” We’re not Jewish. I’m not, your mother is not , you are not. ” ” No ,Dad. that other …
Each time the inevitable birthday shopping trip rolls around, I postpone it, and am sorry for it in spades. There have been years I have skipped it, yet “paid” anyway. If I do not present with junk toys galore, I am a “bad mom”. If I do not host a birthday party , the same- …
Widower The field trip was almost over. Myself ,this man, and 5 children (having been abandoned by the other mother who took the two kids she was with and decided we could have the third ‘extra’, that was originally to be shared by all) were gathered at the small lab-created island near the gate. I …
The Spoils of War 