I don’t know if writing helps Or if the Therapist helps I guess I want easy answers And I want to feel better And sometimes burying things down is the only way to not feel like my heart is being ripped out When I write I feel the pain When I speak to my therapist …
Category Archives: Prose
My Childhood: Mobile Home Park Memories
I remember being outside a lot. I lived in the Mobile Home Park on Joyce Ln in Elgin from birth-6 years old. I remember more summer than I do any other season. I was outside all the time. Two of my best friends lived across the street. Joe who was a few years older than …
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