(This follows on what I've already sent.) Sarah nodded, and ran around to open the passenger door. I settled Joey into the truck, buckling his seat belt over the woolen throw. I went around to the driver’s side and started…

Love doesn't always speak, sometimes it's an expression on someone's face. A year ago, he had to rescue me from a retreat center where I had had a medical emergency. In miles, the place was close to our house, but…

The first hurricane, Eileen, was awful. It felt like everything we loved and knew went under. We were sheltered many miles away on the mainland and it took hours to find out about neighbors, family, friends. We were very fortunate…

The Rassov Family mission had as much to do with love as it had to do with waging war on all the evil in the world……the Rassov Family mission was to love the world enough to wage war on all…

I was in the bread, milk & butter line. It snaked around the factory lofts building that developers had painted gray before the crash. My slick polyester T-shirt made little puckered tents of sweat in the heat. Sook, suck. I…

(Note: The beginning of another new character in my novel.) “Did you hear that?” Sarah said, her voice pulling me up from the deep place I’d been since my head hit the pillow. I’d spent close to 11 hours—every second…

It was the tale of why my parents moved us away from our hometown. We were the first family members in a few generations to do so. The tale was that we moved away because the factory workers at Sprague…

My older sister Dana, my only sibling, has been in therapy on and off for most of her life. She ‘acted out’ emotionally as early as age fourteen and by the time she was fifteen she was in therapy with…

My Momma….my dear brilliant fearful and thoroughly human mother…she’d often observe how much happier we’d be if we didn’t think so damned much…. Along the lines of “Ignorance is bliss” , etc….and even at my youngest, I kinda grasped her…

The first hurricane was devastating, ahistorical. Everything we loved and knew went under. We were sheltered many miles away on the mainland and it took hours to find out about neighbors and friends, family. That first time, though, very luckily,…

The story of one’s life is filled with controversy and confusion! So much controversy and such a hell of a lot confusion created the very concept of Conflict, and thus, Story was born. Without Conflict, there’d be no Story. So,…