The trunk is dark green, and its lid slides off easily, the hinges broken. Tape mars the top of the lid from where I’ve tried to tape it in place during moves. Inside, dozens of journals are piled atop one another, many simple composition notebooks and others specially made. The dates in them range from… Continue reading Dusty Old Journals
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Facing the Truth
I sunk into the soft blue cushions on Toni’s sofa, my left leg crossed under me and my right stretched out toward the shag carpet. Her brown eyes held a bit of sparkle, that hint of a smile that reached down to the edges of her lips. “If you could do anything, what would you… Continue reading Facing the Truth