Monthly Archives: December 2016

Rita is afraid her son is gay but she can’t talk to her son about it for fear of hearing the truth so she speaks to her niece in confidence in a darkened room with no one else in the … Continue reading →

It would be better if I knew what I wanted. It would be good if I found my joy. It would be easier if I understood myself if I was ready for happiness if I could imagine it and its … Continue reading →

I am shriveled. I am shrunken. I am made small. I am short and sullen and slanting towards a spitefulness I do not desire. I am sad. I am dark. I am dirgey. I am dour and dank. I feel … Continue reading →

It astonishes me that I no longer have a bad back. In my twenties and into my thirties I felt stabs and stresses and found weeks where it was difficult to stand as men do. I first caught Bad Back … Continue reading →