I still haven't learned to care about clothes, but that concern is imposed on me (still!). Uniforms I think are a healthy intervention for kids. The great leveler. Think about something else, not the way

How do you do that??? Oh my heavens. I loved it. Going to YouTube now to share it.

My dear @gracielaacevedo, I am floored by your insight. the internal strangeness that persists in you despite the need for a forced transformation of your identity Why yes, I believe you nailed it. I don't

I knew something had to be wrong...I am so sorry. Turning a corner. I do hope so. Thinking of you. No need to answer this. I know it's hard.

No, of course I didn't. I was a very aware child. I knew who that woman was and I was disgusted. I don't believe she was fully clothed. Had a slip on or something. I was not yet school age. Had gone along

He was very, very smart. That's what I've been told. But erratic. None of his siblings wanted to get on his wrong side. He would rant and rave and promise all kinds of retribution. For sure he was unstable.

Of course she once loved him. She married him. She held on for a long time. You know how they say there are two sides to a story? Well, in this case there was his side and our side. We were terrified of

Thank you very much, @zoe01. I'm so pleased that my writing moved you. I tried to remember that time clearly, and wrote what I remembered. Have a wonderful Sunday.

Thank you, @jayna. Is it wrong to say that when I write for the Inkwell I try to write to your standards? I have you in mind? You have influenced me tremendously. Your insight into stories and your technical

Thank you very much @jotakrevs and @curangel. Your acknowledgment and support are much appreciated.

My brother did. He went back a few times. Was hard for him to let go. My brother is ill now (82) but told me the other day our father was a 'bum'. One of my brothers called him Satan. That brother is deceased

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Yes, she fled. Had family in the city that had asked her leave for a long time. They opened their home to us and then helped us settle. I never saw him again. My longshoreman cousin and very small Italian

It sounds idyllic, because I wanted to emphasize the beautiful part of that life. However, it was very hard. My father was a brute. He brutalized all of us, and left us without resources. We had to escape.

i rather like his 'pond people' outfit. 😄 I guess he did too!

We all have in inside and an outside self, don't we? It's just a matter of how extreme the difference is. Thank your for that sensitive response.

I was a child. My new home was a strange universe for me. I didn't understand my classmates anymore than they could understand my early life. I think it's great to move around, to see that people have

Hello community! This week's prompt called to me. I thought of an experience from years ago and wrote about that. My creative nonfiction story: A Little Bit of Country

I think one reason we can't 'talk' reason to some people is because they don't actually share our values. I used to think I could persuade someone that something was wrong because it was hurtful, or because

I don't know...you put so much love into that house. And yet, sharing your living space and resources with a data center. That wasn't part of the plan. Where I live, cell phone companies can't even get