My mama raised a storyteller... A small girl who grew up imagining tales of mice living in walls, gathering for dinner on spools of thread, sipping water from thimbles, and dining on chunks of cheese and scraps of bread. For a long time, after life got rough, I gave up on stories. I turned to [...]
It was an early morning blur of activity the likes of which I had NOT been prepared for. We'd gotten word, late the night before, that a case worker may be showing up. We were brutally honest about the situation, but she was clear that they weren't wanting to remove anyone from the family, they [...]
Even with Tom doing the best he can, from afar, we've had to intervene from time to time. She had a baby last year whom she left overnight. We took her in, made the mad dash to the store to grab formula, blankets, gentle shampoo. The baby was starving and filthy, it was heartbreaking. We [...]
The very first time we saw him, I didn't trust him. He was thick and tough, scars visible around his neck and face. I knew in my gut that this guy was up to no good. I'm not sure when I softened toward him, admitting it wasn't my gut warning me as much as my [...]
As a newlywed who babysat in my home, in the afternoons, I fell hard into the soap opera world. In the evenings, over dinner, I would tell my husband all about these fabulous stories and rich characters my daytime hours were filled with. One day, home from work for some reason, Chw caught an episode [...]
Rainy Day in May... 