Joey the Witch
It was a Sunday afternoon, a dreary day in late winter when the sky hadn’t decided what it was going to do. We packed ourselves into Star’s car—a red Chevie
It was a Sunday afternoon, a dreary day in late winter when the sky hadn’t decided what it was going to do. We packed ourselves into Star’s car—a red Chevie
Star heard my footsteps echoing on the tiles past her door. “Inside. We need to talk.” The tone of her voice didn’t sound promising, nor did it sound like the
When I was six months old, my mother dropped me off at grandmother’s apartment and left. But grandmother didn’t have a crib for me. She found an abandoned refrigerator shelf
Elsa considered the need to search for a wig, maybe become a blonde, but decided, no, to stick to her natural color, although at this point, it was difficult to
I climbed, or more exactly, drove up the hill. Over the last seven years, developers had transformed Campus Drive from a weed patch leading to Merritt College, into a row
I spent my life married to an assortment of alcoholics, musicians and mental patients who made interesting, but unreliable mates. Clearly, I wasn’t getting younger and like the Fifth Element