I had high expectations for my 13th birthday. Friends, cake, I wanted a cat. I had high hopes for boobs to come in and some studly boyfriend to appear. Well, there were no friends that crowded my party pad. The cake was lackluster. I was flat-chested and crushing hard on a boy named Ricardo who … Continue reading Younger

Bowling with my dad

My last memory of my father before he passed is of us bowling together. I remember the rundown bowling alley, greasy food, the way he smiled and laughed. But what I remember the most is the dull ache in my heart. I had confronted him about the one thing no one but he and I … Continue reading Bowling with my dad