First Day of Support Group
As I drove to where the meeting was held, I felt my shirt stick to my chest as it burned and I could imagine the red splotches that were appearing underneath my shirt.
The Dining Room Table
I now sit in the dining room alone these days, mostly unused except for the carrier of random items.
Cut your hair
“Jimmy, when are you going to cut your hair? It looks like a bird’s nest in the back!”
A Conversation with Mom
“It looks a little different since the last time I was here.” My mother replies. My mother?
