Surviving Driving Teens

“What’s behind you?!” I was fifteen and it was Mom’s recurring test from the passenger seat of our 1976 Peugeot during my repeated attempts at honing my driving skills. She came equipped with a notebook, the notes of which I never saw. The intended use of the notebook...

An Inconvenient Reunion

The smell of stale, consumed vodka filled the room. My heart threatened to plunge into my nauseated stomach. My three week old daughter was asleep on the bed beside me. The whole bed shook as he struggled to pull his six foot, four inch, 287 pound inebriated body to...

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