Tag: Father

They Call Us Crazy

He likes me when I’m on mute. When I agree and nod, letting his stories bolster a self esteem we both know doesn’t exist. He likes me swallowing pills. Regulated by their chemicals, delicately balancing forth the rage and upheaval created in memories. I don’t have the control over the memories. The tiny shrapnel stuck eternally in my crevasses. I…

The Transformation of Captain Spaulding

My husband used to collect dolls. They weren’t like the porcelain dolls in pretty dresses sitting on metal stands. Oh, I am so sorry. He informed me they weren’t ‘dolls’, they’re called ‘action figures.’ I had a Jem and the Holograms doll when I was little. She was an action figure. Her earrings lit up. “Jem, Jem is excitement. Ooouu…

Alive.

I can breathe. The early morning hours announce, “It is time.” Writers, the real ones I know, keep strange bedfellows with those fleeting hours before dawn. I am no different. The clock says 1:34 a.m. and I lay there trying to caress my troubles. There is a fixation on trying to solve every ticking time bomb at an ungodly hour.…

Trapper Keeper Dreams

The words flowed fast and steady into my family’s shared Tandy 1000 computer. I was going to be an author, an 8th grade literary word slinging Nobel Prize winning author. If you’re going to set the bar, you should set it high. Chapter after chapter poured with feeling and hopes and dreams into the newest technology. It ended when I…

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