(FREE STUFF – MEMOIR)   Freezing wintry cold. I wait.  With the other children, but apart.  As always. At the bus-stop. I wait for the heavy doors to swing open, […]

(FREE STUFF – MEMOIR)   I have a photo of myself. I know it’s me, but still I flip it over to read the four tiny perfect red-inked letters I […]

(FREE STUFF – MEMOIR)   I sit in the sand of my Michigan yard, bare legs stretched out in front of me.  I snap the juicy stalk of milkweed, a […]