Death in the Family
I remember the night our father murdered our mother; the sound of flesh being pummeled, furniture…
I remember the night our father murdered our mother; the sound of flesh being pummeled, furniture…
When I sit down to write anything I almost always know the picture I want to…
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Several weeks before Christmas the word was out. Kittens were available. A mother had a litter…
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Fort Dix, New Jersey, is a place where people know each other by name, and the…
To read Episode 3 click here Orlop was wedged between the toilet and the wall again.…
While battling a wicked hangover at a friend’s house we’d affectionately nicknamed The Dump — where…
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