“You are a dark and dirty child.” The whispered words floated but gained speed and slammed through me. Burning like burrowed chiggers. I never knew why she hated me. Shy and sensitive to all external stimuli, I only wanted to [...]
Dad’s words are elusive. I have pages and pages of his later life, but those that reveal the brief period between leaving Marysville and graduating high school are sparse. They reveal little of what he endured or how he felt. [...]
When Pearl Harbor happened, it was like an itch that commanded the big scratch. The day it happened, Grandad called his kids in to hear the radio. You could hear a pin drop but for the announcer and his dramatic [...]
When Dad died, there were 2 versions of his life written for his obituary. My brother’s and mine. My brother’s version won which was only right. Living in the same town, he had been there for the heartbreaking decline. I [...]
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