losing family member – Anthony Sadler

Brothers

I eventually learned you can choose your family. That loyalty doesn’t require blood-bonds. Love doesn’t require birthing. And, those who think they own you—whether blood or not—tend to hurt you the most. I’ve learned you can trust folks you don’t share a name with. And how some of those who do don’t deserve your time.

The Queen of North Street

We all die a little bit every day. Some people, like my grandmother, commit suicide slowly. By the time I came around she was nearly gone. My whole life she struggled to breathe. I don’t remember what I called her, but her name was Doris. Maybe I called her grandma. I never called her granny.Continue reading “The Queen of North Street”

My Father, the Idiot

My father passed on April 13, 2018. The first draft of this was written the night I arrived in Tampa, out of fear, anger, sadness, and confusion.