Autobiography

Zuzu's Petels

Once a romantic he loved the air scent of sweet pea the drama of youth read visionary books but became blinded truth and fiction merged him began...

The Phone Call

I remember the phone call so clearly. For over two weeks my gut kept telling me something was wrong, but I ignored it. I mean who really loses two...

The Final Blow

My Moment of Strength Domestic violence was one of the most amazing experiences in my life that I have been through. At the naïve age of 20 in March...
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Paralysis and release

It was as when they said he's ill and I walked to him wondering, racing in a limbo - what to expect, how react But, when I saw his new silent...

The First Glider Flight 1

“Are you ready?” “As I’ll ever be.” “Ok, give the ground operator a thumbs up.” I do and he returns the gesture to tell us that nothing and no one is...

Time to Mow the Garden

I remember when our family owned bragging rights to the tallest asparagus stalk in town. It grew to a height of about five feet, and we treated it...
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The Leaving of Lydia

Aloneness, and loneliness - two very different things.

The second of December twenty thirteen

the second of December twenty thirteen A man picks up a discarded cigarette butte from the gutter We're waiting for a bus A women shouts at her child...

Role of men in the family

Great change in social ideology has taken place in the last thirty years. Up until the early 70s the role of the man in the family was clearly...

Colossus

His effortless weight now comes to bear as taut meat clings close to bone in the hollow of my father's forearm where my own flesh now rests, gargling...