It was plain to hear no conversation could take place without a chaperone   Hushed voices from another adult Stopping sentences half said   Then came, “Please try your call later,” disconnected numbers, no dial tone.   All contact stopped.   Believing now that no happy reunion Filled with tears and so many questions   ...

I’m not crazy. I have to remind myself of that every so often because there were so many times growing up that I thought I was. When I think back on my childhood and what I’ve experienced? I’m sometimes surprised I’m not crazy. Now granted, I’m not exactly normal either. I grew up hearing voices ...

“What I would give to have one more day of that year.” A friend recently shared a group photo from almost eight years ago, and a mutual friend commented this sentiment on it. The photo has over a dozen people in it. Most would agree that it was an incredible year, full of fantastic memories. ...

Yes, you read correctly! I have a wee bit of temper and I don’t always think things through when I react to a situation. In this case, fighting a kangaroo. In August of 1995, I had the honor of going to Australia-Alice Springs, specifically. While I was there, a couple who ran a Kangaroo rescue ...

I think every guy has a best buddy. My husband’s was Wayne Roantes. We did not start off as friends, him and I. I think it would be safe to say, we hated each other’s guts. Him, because I stole his friend when Jim and I got married. Me, because he was arrogant, over-bearing and ...

I was born May 7, 1957. Goodness, that means I will be sixty-one this year. OUCH! How time flies by. On my 3rd birthday, May 7, 1960, my mother decided that I didn’t need toys for my birthday. Instead, she decided what I needed for my birthday present was … a baby sister. So, Tracy ...

I love things that go bump in the night. I love horror movies and I love horror stories as well. I grew up reading Steven King and Dean Koontz. The ironic thing is that as much as I love the paranormal, I spent a good portion of my childhood hidden under the covers. I got ...

Sometimes, I pretend. I pretend to be okay. It feels like it’s easier for everyone else when I do. Grief is awkward and upsetting and ugly, so I understand why it makes people uncomfortable. I really do. So, when you ask if I’m okay, I’d rather lie because I want to spare your feelings. It’s ...

To the teacher who didn’t care, All I wanted was a chance. A chance to do what I loved. It wasn’t just a hobby to me; it’s what I loved most in the world. By not giving me a chance, you took that away from me. It’s been over 10 years since I quit my ...