She Took Me In And Gave Me Breakfast
2014-06-02
Stories are the thread of connection. They’re like promiscuous sex. We can dally and fool around, or we can go all the way.
I’m glad I went all the way with Debra Fetterly.Continue Reading
And She Was
2014-05-28
I know. I know. This is the title of a drug addled Talking Heads song.
But she was.
My friend when I needed one. She was there even when I didn’t know what I needed.Continue Reading
What Would Roy Doo?
2014-05-23
The book sale crush dissolved. Only two people in the room. I gathered up my wad of money and my sign-ey pen and got ready to head to the car.
Only we were down a body.
Dad’s very large and gassy body.
Mom and I scoured the Kershaw County School District building. Because this was ROY, after all.Continue Reading