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”
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Daisy Dukes and Combat Boots
I once hit a kid in the face with a basketball because he called my mom a bitch. I was eight. It was instinct. Later, I cried. Nowadays I’d never intentionally hurt somebody, certainly not for words, no matter how insulting. At my core, I’m not violent. When anyone argues around me a knot formsContinue reading “Daisy Dukes and Combat Boots”
Anthony Sadler 