Death and Belief

This story starts in 1991, on my 20th birthday: I was due to visit my boyfriend’s parents that week but Mom wanted me to stay with her: if Frank (Louise’s dad) died in the middle of the night she didn’t want Louise, aged 7, to wake up and find herself alone in the house. The …

Divorce Court – A Child’s Perspective

Tensions between my parents regularly erupted, but the incident that affected me most took place two days before I turned 16: they went to Court and I was called as a witness. The argument that started Court Proceedings on this occasion started around Christmas 1986. Dad wanted me to visit over a certain few days …

Divorce – a child’s perspective

One of the only happy memories I have with both my parents is when we went to fly a kite.  I was so young (perhaps as young as 3?  Certainly no older than 4) that I couldn’t possibly tell you where we were – but I do remember the kite had big bloodshot eyes – …

Brazilian Summer, Illinois Winter

Andrea and I were in school together – aged 14-ish.  In the hallway one day I saw some older kids picking on a girl saying “Go home!  We don’t want you here.”  I remember marching up and putting myself in between her and her tormentors.  I said “How many languages do you speak?!”  When I …