Freedom for All

Freedom for All

It’s summertime again.  Some people love summer, but it really isn’t my thing.  I don’t do heat.  My skin is translucent.  And since becoming a mother, the added stress of having children home from school is another tick against the summer season.  I have been known...
Dear Dad

Dear Dad

I thought about writing Jim instead.  That is your name.  It has been a while since I have thought of you as more than the person who spread his seed.  That certainly doesn’t make you a father.  You were never a father.  Sure.  You spent some of your precious money on...