Me and my little girl didn't live rich, but we lived well. We had a solid roof over our head in a navy-blue collar neighborhood filled with good, hard working people barely making ends meet. A nursing assistant and her elderly mother to one side, a bus driver to the other, a construction worker across... Continue Reading →

You couldn't lie to my sister. Not about the big stuff, anyway, the stuff that ate away at you and kept you awake at night. I don't know if I'd call it a gift or anything, but she had an ability. She could see guilt. I don't mean she was good at reading expressions or... Continue Reading →