*** She wrote a book of poetry, and I treasured my autographed copy like a cache of paper diamonds.  The poem about me is on page eleven, and there is an ink sketch of a little girl at the top ...

Christmas in April (A fictional tale inspired by a true story)       Arguably, it was the worst day of my life.  And although I may have survived it once, I am certain I never could again.  I know ...

  *** I don’t remember much before this moment.  I don’t recognize exactly where I am, although this recliner chair fits me like a glove.  A female talk show host on the television is blathering on and on about some ...