He really wasn’t much to look at, but he was funny and smart and shy and he sang off key and he was her First Love. She was thirteen; he was nineteen – not exactly a match since she wasn’t allowed to date yet. But her dad relented when First Love came to him directly… Continue reading Crushed
Thieves, Liars, Drunks, and Murderers
“I think you might owe me some money,” Fagen, the cook suggested. She knew she didn’t owe him anything. Her payroll came first. Before anything else. Before her own house payment. She took care of her people, her employees. Her Kikuyu… Secretly she imagined herself as Isaak Dinesen in Out of Africa. The coffee plantation… Continue reading Thieves, Liars, Drunks, and Murderers
Superman Part IV
His (their) drinking continued. Occasionally he would beat on her or slap her, and of course, she was still on restriction. Thorough restriction. In her room with no TV, no phone restriction. She did have a small old 1940’s AM radio, however. She would stay up late and listen to the two hour jazz program that would come… Continue reading Superman Part IV
Superman Part III
Daughter cried herself to sleep more than a few times after that. Father always liked to be in control. He was “The King” and everyone treated him as such. They catered to his every whim and demand. She used to brag about him to her friends…”My dad said this…My dad did that…My dad thinks…etc…” In high school friends would say,… Continue reading Superman Part III
Superman Part II
Youngest Brother moved in with Dad after Mom moved out to become his new co-dependent. Since Youngest Brother was on drugs, this relationship proved to be mutually defeating. Brother would go get Dad’s liquor. Dad would get drunk and browbeat him about what a lazy drug addict he was. Brother would get loaded and complain… Continue reading Superman Part II