I Saw My Father Cry

My father is a stern man.  As a child I feared him.  On the few occasions I felt softness from him, I was too startled to embrace the moment. I'd never seen my father cry.  He didn't cry when he buried his parents and two of his sisters, he didn't cry at any of our … Continue reading I Saw My Father Cry


Last night I had the following dream - I was asleep in a highrise  apartment.  In the next bedroom was my step-son, age 5.  I woke up and my ex (in the dream we are still together) is in bed with me, trying to cuddle.  I ask him "what are you doing here?  I thought … Continue reading Trapped