“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...
“Mommy? Do you still love us?” Vivi’s little voice sang out across the phone lines. Summer 2014. Timmy, under supervision of Child Protective Services, was in foster care. My heart ached as each month new reports from Social Services arrived...
