he family knew that. His last book, the will inside, one lucky winner. Was it a terrible way to decide who kept the family fortune? Perhaps, but everybody was too busy looking for the book to care.  Continue reading

Awake, things were always the same; safe. The window by my bedroom was always bolted shut, the wooden floor boards in the hallway were always quiet— no creaking or erratic footsteps bundling about outside by the kitchen. The sound of doors slamming very suddenly wouldn’t make me jump in a sudden fright, making me rush… Continue reading

“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure that you are…” – Mary Jean Irion On the final day with Mom, I woke up without knowing.  There was a slight breeze coming in through our kitchen window, and the wind made any loose napkin or paper swish around in the air before it fell… Continue reading