memoir · memories · Memory · mother

The Power of No

Dropping out of college was not an option, until now. Gritting my teeth, I repeated my refusal like a mantra: “No Mother, I won’t quit school,” I declared in my most forceful 20-year-old voice. In five months, I would grab a sheet of parchment from the hand of an unknown man, and stride off the… Continue reading The Power of No

intruder · memoir · thief

An Intruder

Chili’s sharp bark startled me awake in time to see the lights bouncing off the bedroom wall. I laid there, watching, wondering why a car was in my driveway. Maybe turning around.  I slipped out of bed, and crept to the window in the darkness. My mind raced as I peeked between the slats in… Continue reading An Intruder