Memories of Water
Most days when Daddy gets home from work, he takes his work boots off in the garage and trades his hard hat for a worn baseball cap. He empties his red and white lunch box in…
Most days when Daddy gets home from work, he takes his work boots off in the garage and trades his hard hat for a worn baseball cap. He empties his red and white lunch box in…
Daddy’s holding a shotgun in one hand and a half-empty bottle of vodka in the other, the red label worn and cracked and peeling around the edges. His cigarette slowly burns a hole in the gray…
The first night we stayed in the new house, only one bedroom was finished. The rest of the house was littered with blue tarps and buckets, toolboxes and wood scraps. That first night, Mama, Daddy, and…