Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Mom was in the kitchen. Dad had just driven up. “Girls set the table,” she called up to us. “C’mon,” I said, tugging at my older sister’s sleeve. “It doesn’t take two,” she answered, not looking up from her book. She was reading Dune, again. “C’mon, please, you know what Read more
1: The Heroine A funeral is lace, carnations, pinks, and old flesh. For Emma, dressing hurriedly for a grandmother’s send-off, it was going to be a showdown. Emma frowned as she did up pearl buttons on her white blouse. The yellow shirt had been too happy; the pink, too gentle. Read more
I stared up at the drifting clouds remembering that sticky-hot cloudless day, steaming asphalt, the girl in the on her bike, screaming, cheering, my two-dollar bill waving outside the car window, skip-hop running, a marathon every day …never quitting, never stopping…only being stopped by the scariest word in the dictionary. I needed a word like that.
When we hear someone admitting to sexually abusing a little girl, we expect to hear details of their arrest and conviction. We don’t expect to hear that they’re still on the streets, taunting their victims, free to abuse other children. That is exactly what happened with Marc Gafni, new age Read more