I am eight years old, sitting in the back seat of my mother’s mini van. The engine is running even though we are parked. My mother jiggles her leg nervously in the passenger seat. We are parked outside the Biddeford … Continue reading For Shame

My first real true love was a boy I stole from my younger sister in 1972.  He was a worldly 23 to my naive 17 and lived in his own apartment in Tacoma, not far from the military base where … Continue reading Baby I’m Lost

The color appears red but on closer examination, more like wine — a Cabernet, not Burgundy or Chianti. At that place, tall trees create shadows, causing the color to darken more.             When walking, I can see the sign a … Continue reading THE SIGN