A Father’s Love… at Last

I remember serving his first drink at six years old. Seagram’s 7 and water was his trademark. I got the glass from the cupboard, lifted the ½ gallon whiskey bottle onto the counter and slowly poured it into the cup. Then I topped it off with some water, just like he liked it. Alcohol or […]

Looking for Peace

My baby slept peacefully in his crib. His father, my young sailor husband, was away at sea and due home in a few days. Although we were expecting another baby, he had asked for a divorce. The rain outside on that cold November night matched the tears running down my cheeks as my heart broke