family

I took the dropper out of the bottle. The bottle was dark brown with a white label. I put half a dropper full in the palm of my hand. I gently rubbed my hands together and then applied the oil to my face. I was …

The scar was small, but wide in the middle. It was about an inch long, left leg, upper thigh. It was faint, yet the memories remained as if it happened yesterday.  It was the Euclid house. I was around 8 years old. My sister, Wendy, …

“That rat was huge,” he said. “It was THIS big without the tail,” he said as he held his outstretched hands in front of his chest.  It was the Prospect house. It was warm out. I remember not wearing coats.  I remember it being nice …

I went there today. I went and looked at the lone tree standing on the property. The maple tree. I looked at the river and watched it flow. I could feel you there. I could sense you. I miss living in the house “on the …

Sometimes I just don’t know what I want to write about. I have been thinking about it all week. Some random stuff here and there bubbles up, but then it goes away. I am not sure if that bubble is what I want to write …