It boggles the mind, not to mention the heart, that a choice so clear brought such horrific results. I cringe. I cry. And I resist reading all the second-guessing in retrospect.
It boggles the mind, not to mention the heart, that a choice so clear brought such horrific results. I cringe. I cry. And I resist reading all the second-guessing in retrospect.
Author of JUST LIKE FEBRUARY, a novel (Spark Press), SHOES HAIR NAILS, short stories (Uccelli Press), and BECAUSE MY NAME IS MOTHER, essays.