We buried Brennan on a typical July afternoon, hot and restless. Heavy, dark clouds hung overhead and the smell of rain was sharp and sweet. Mr. Kennedy, Patrick and my father dug Brennan's grave beside his father, mother and younger sister, spilling dark soil across the verdant grass. Father Landon stood at the head of the grave and read from his ancient bi...
It really wasn't my plan to go to the family reunion, let alone having to sleep over at my aunt and uncle's house. I guess that I can't blame Mom and Dad for making me come along, especially after coming home drunk and obnoxious last weekend. They're still pissed off about that. I'm certainly old enough to stay home alone though, but they say they can't trus...
Welcome to another story of mine. If you are so inclined, favorite, rate, comment, and send me some feedback. I love hearing from everyone! This was written to be a one and done but we shall see if these characters agree to that. To my very own Jeep Girl...The stars aligned during the most uncertain of times sending you to me. Our path is peppered with...
Prague for Christmas, Milly had said. I had a view on it, but as usual, didn't want to press the matter. Milly had the most decided views on most things, and it made for a quieter life to agree with her. In any event, how could I even begin to outline what, for me, were still more like inchoate phantoms than logical objections? Milly would have demolished th...
For a long time, I never knew what to consider home. When I was 17, my parents divorced. Signed the paper and everything. My father took it upon himself to go back to Korea to his family and my mother decided to stay in Michigan: the place we'd spent our entire family life together in. Before he left though, my parents agreed it was best if I got to choose...
(For Katie, who knows all) " Do it yourself," I said when my aunt asked me to re-pin the flowers in the buttonhole of her jacket. I could see my mother's startled look. Though she disliked my aunt and knew I was difficult to control at times, she had thought that on Aunt Kitty's wedding day, which at last looked like passing off without too many recriminat...
This is one of a set of four 750-word stories, each told from the perspective of a different wedding guest. The order: Uncle, Groomsman, Aunt, Waitress. The first two are Gay Male and self-contained. The last pair are Lesbian and are also self-contained. I'd been looking forward to this for weeks. My husband's niece was getting married. And they were having...
My parents split up in my first year of junior college, when I was just out of high school. My dad left and I didn't get along with my mom - both of us were pretty emotional at the time - so my aunt Rosalyn offered to take me in until things settled down. A few months after I moved in, my cousin Nicole's best friend Sherie moved in too. My cousin Nicole was...
I love my cousin Kelly for introducing me to my first lesbian experience as an inexperienced eighteen year old girl. * Funny how some memories still manage to make an impact on a person and even cause a physical reaction just thinking and writing about them. I remember the first time I was with another female and I guess that was the point at which I disc...
The dark lines of the large gothic building rose out of the morning fog like something out of a nightmare. She couldn't help but gulp in fear and dread as their car inched towards it. This was to be her new home? She glanced over at her uncle but he was engrossed in the papers that he'd pulled from his briefcase the moment they'd gotten in the car back at...