I lay in my twin bed and stared at the ceiling.  I twisted myself around in the sheets and worried myself to sleep. In the morning I drove to my classes at Queens College in my Honda Civic, shifting the … Continue reading Sweet Dreams

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