6 Years Later And I’m Still Spreading the Message: What I Learned From My Father’s Absence and Death
The night of July 8th my phone rang at exactly 11:36 pm. It was him. I thought to myself “What does this jerk want?” and tossed the phone back on the counter. The next morning I got a text from my older sister saying my father died.
Do You Ever Stop Fighting With Your Mom?
"Oh, OK, Frances. Whatever you say," I hiss at my mom, sarcasm seeping through the static. "It's not here! I. Don't. Have it." she answers back, her voice climbing to shrill with each declarative statement. Statements I know to be patently false and I refuse to let slide.