“I doubt if our parents care what we do, or anything about us at this point,” my brother Val told me. It was November of
Everyone loves Christmas stories, especially those of journeys and discovery and love. Over the next few weeks I’ll be sharing my Christmas stories with you
Dear Diary, The cat stood at the door. She asked to go out, or I assumed she did from her meowing. I opened the door.
Andy had dined with his friends Ramon and Sophia. They were always a treat. Tonight there was an interesting mix of high blood alcohol levels