Fast forward, friends. My biological father is alive and lives in the same town, just ten minutes down the road. He has 4 children, three boys, and a girl, my half-siblings. They all live within 15 minutes of me. And not one of them has acknowledged my existence. One of Read more…
Dad had cancer. I had just graduated from college and was working for Jack Gibson Construction Company in their accounting department. Every day after work I would travel from Warren to Southside Hospital in Youngstown to sit with him. Seeing the strongest man I knew deteriorate to nothing was hard Read more…
East Florida Street. I wish I could remember how long it took me to tell my Dad about the lies that Stormie told me on that Wednesday night. Maybe a few months or maybe a few days. My memory of childhood events is pretty awful. Dad was living on East Read more…
Drunk again. She promised me that if I moved in with her, she would only drink on the weekends. It was Wednesday night. I walked through the door after church to the site of Stormie, my biological mother, holding a pile of her beautiful red hair on top of her Read more…