Since my daughter was born four years ago, she has been hospitalized for two open-heart surgeries and six heart catheterizations. Today is number seven.
Category: February 2016
This is Your Marriage on Drugs (An Excerpt) by Stephanie Rosenfeld and Luciano Colonna
Back in New York after rehab, I held firm to my commitment to stay away from dope. Shaky and suffering from the effects of post-withdrawal, I immediately set out to find a therapist…
Second Nature by Patricia Perry Donovan
I tossed both duffels (how light we traveled now) into the pickup’s bed, dogged by the sheriff’s warning: “An order of protection isn’t a bullet-proof vest.”
The Road Less: John Huston, Blue-Footed Boobies and Me by Tom Molanphy
My wife glumly watched a video of the Sierras on fire … It was the second summer in a row we would have to ditch a late summer trip to because of wildfires.
Red Wings 2017, or In Defense of Suicide by Cal Freeman
Tom Mazur took a picture of a length of empty bar inside Donovan’s, a relative shithole in Southwest Detroit … and posted the pic to Facebook and Instagram with the caption: “What a waste of time!”
Always Believe, Love Santa by Kelly Jean Fitzsimmons
I quit my job of ten years after seeing the third Night at the Museum movie because I once met Santa Claus and Robin Williams on the same day at Disney World.
The Police Officer’s Wife by Melissa Knackmuhs Kiefer
You weigh 214 lbs. Your bulletproof vest weighs 4 lbs. and 5 oz. Your duty belt weighs 14 lbs. and 13 oz. Some days, I want to know the weight of all the things you carry.
Letting Go: In Her Words by Lea Page
In theory, my husband and I supported the idea of Nina going away to school. The confines of our small rural town had become stifling for her… But was she ready?
Valentine’s Day by Andy Harper
…I was eleven years old, and six of those eleven years had been spent hopelessly in love with Audrey Kerr, the “little red-haired girl” of Clark County R-1
Inheritance by Allison Coffelt
When I drive back into the Missouri humidity after a few weeks away from home, I roll down my window and inhale. For a moment, I’d almost forgotten what we mean here when we say “hot.”