Moms will do anything and everything to protect their children, but this time the knock was too loud. I was too young to know what the word “repossession” meant, but I assumed it was bad when I saw a heavy-set bald man driving away in our car. At the time […]
Spring 2011 Literature of Journalism
“Another letter came for you in the mail today, Malcolm,” momma said. “It’s your father again.” This had been the fifth letter I received in almost three weeks; the previous four letters proved to be his unsuccessful attempts at soliciting two of my four graduation tickets. It had been about […]
We left her standing at the curb. As we drove away, my mother cried and stared at the shrinking shape of my sister in the rear view mirror. Lunch had been terrible that day. I did everything I could to make Tess feel as guilty as possible for leaving me. […]
