Ten Miles of Hell

Ten Miles of Hell

I hate that picture. Or, I should say, I hated it. It is now one of my most prized possessions. The framed moment was the first thing I grabbed when my father’s life suddenly ended back in September of 1987. I now look lovingly at it as it sits atop my desk. I still...
Perfect Schmerfect

Perfect Schmerfect

“But, I had a perfect childhood,” I hear for the thousandth time. Yet, right before me – in full-blown technicolor – are the obvious behavioral and emotional signs that something went awry. Show me the thumbprint. I guarantee you there was a thumb. “That’s...
Finding Becky

Finding Becky

No. This is not a picture of a prop from the latest filming of a horror movie. But, not a bad idea. Maybe I can find her an agent. She’d be perfect for the part. Rather, this is Becky, the baby doll from my childhood. She found her way out of a box as I was unpacking...
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