I was about four or 5 when we moved to Ohio from California with my dad after my parents divorced. … Continue reading My Wife Went Missing in the House on Emerson Street

I sat looking at all the dolls in Mrs. Pettycoat’s window. I just had to have one, so I told … Continue reading I Used to Talk to Dolls

Part  5 I looked at myself in the department store mirror. How in the Hell did this happen? All I … Continue reading A Patchwork Curse: Two for One