Category Archives: Some light reading.
One day when I was six, my great-auntie Inge came to our apartment, had tea with my parents, and when she left, took me with her. My parents, “loafers” she called them, were young and had dreams for their futures. … Continue reading
My Grama had a plaque in her kitchen that said, “When you sleep under a quilt, you sleep under a blanket of love”. She loved to make all kinds of quilts: denim quilts from old jeans, baby quilts for the … Continue reading
Linda was always the clever one of all us cousins. She knew at twelve that she was alluring, even with those tiny tipi titties poking through her T-shirts. We were the same age and while my body was carefully storing … Continue reading