It has been over a month since my last entry. I reached out to both of my parents and then I needed time to recoup. In a wine-inspired act of courage, I felt a misguided sense of hope that I could share with them that I understood and forgave them (and to somehow escape unscathed). I suppose that … Continue reading First memories →

Before I was born they lived in the utility room off of the kitchen. My uncle Jeff would help them fix the summer house up into a livable space as they anticipated my arrival. My grandma Donna had a small garden on the same side of the house where the mint grew. My parents would expand … Continue reading The first few years →

My mother returned to Virginia shortly after my father's enlistment had ended and returned him to Ohio. To the family they appeared to be madly in love, and my father was desperate to reunite with my mother. He would drive to Virginia to move her to Ohio so they could start their new life together.  My mother had … Continue reading The dreamers →

So, I was born on this dark and probably not stormy August night. We lived in Hinckley, OH on several acres of land and were too far to make it to the hospital. The house stood atop a large hill with a long, windy dirt driveway that seemed to be two miles long. There were large windows in the front living room which made the outside world look like a moving painting, and mint grew wild in a large patch next to the house. I was to be born in the summer home on the other side of that patch.