Monthly Archives: April 2013

After my father died, there was a year of pure incomprehension—a novocained horror that no word or thought possessed enough truth to penetrate. Through the spiraling cord of the dun-colored dorm room telephone I heard my mother say:  He’s gone, … Continue reading →

Under the soft circle of light from her living room lamp Mama Dora would slowly scratch my scalp and back as I leaned against her knees, watching Hee Haw. The little dun ottoman held the center of the simple room, … Continue reading →