September 16, 2010
Lynne stood near a pile of horse manure, leaning on a fence post, flies zooming around her in the late-afternoon sun. She squinted her eyes and watched the creatures before her, a lump in her throat and tears threatening to overflow her eye sockets. She sighed away the feeling of being consumed, which had come [...]
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July 8, 2010
It was a dark and stormy night. Actually, it was a frigid January night, and all the homes in our old neighborhood were shut tight. As tight as the skin on Joan Rivers’ face. I was in the bathroom bathing the kids, then ages 4 and 2. Roger was out of town and not due [...]
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