“Upper A, upper A, come down for linen exchange,” the PA squawked. In my room, I watched TV and waited for my wing to be called. My linens – bed sheets and towels – sat folded at the end of my bed. Sometimes we received fluffy soft towels and new sheets. Usually, we...
Dear Reader, Your Opinion Wanted! Below you will find 2 versions of chapter 23 “The Trial.” I would love to hear which version resonates best with you, the reader. Which do you find more powerful, relatable and impactful to you? Version #1 A Shocking...
It was April 2016, and I’d spent the past three months trying to find a home in Minnesota for my son Tim. It was not going well. Tim, now age 13, seemed despondent. He’d spent the past 2 and a half years in a slew of foster and group homes in Washington,...
