My mom and dad haven't been married since I was 2-years-old. Throughout my childhood they had very little contact. Once custody was settled they passed me back and forth with a minimum of drama or friction. I was fortunate that they had a very civilized divorce, but I have absolutely no recollection of them as a couple and they are polar opposites, which always made me feel like I came from Jupiter and Mars.
My dad is two inches shorter than my mom (even though his driver's license says he's 5'9"). My mother is warm and wears her heart on her sleeve. My dad is practical and sentimentality gives him the Big Ick....more
I've been planning my 30th high school reunion, searching high and low for class of 1983 graduates. Life has humbled those of us who peaked in high school and opened up for those who didn't. But the overriding similarity is that all of us were born in 1964 or 1965. Which means we're just happy to still be here. But there's one classmate whose passing haunts me the most. Anna Marie should have graduated with the rest of us in 1983. Instead, during the fall of 1982, her ex-boyfriend, Jim, lured Anna to a friend's garage and strangled her to death....more
When I awoke that bright spring morning of March 21st, 1986, in a pensione in Venice, Italy, I didn’t expect the day to end on a dark, deserted beach with a boy I'd just met pinning me to the ground hissing in my ear that he had "un coltello" (a knife) and that "ho intenzione di ucciderti" (he'd kill me) if I didn't "f--k" him.
Sarah and Simon had been married five years and together eight. They had two children, Octavia and Penelope, ages two and four. Their angels and their succubus. Sarah and Simon shared a collective post-partum stress disorder that manifested itself in the certainty that their daughters would be felled by whooping cough, kidnapped by infertile women, attacked by the neighbor’s Rhodesian Ridgeback (which are bred to kill lions and small children) or would just generally be short-lived. ...more