But, Wait. There Is More, Part IV
I knew him. He raised me. I knew where to hit him, what hurt the most, and what it would take to wound him.
home
Home and Hearth, At Last
Leave behind the greens and browns of the Highlands and take your place by the bonfire. Be a satyr’s girl, for once in your life. Dance under the moon with me, for Equinox?”
Din and Las
Would my mother wait impatiently on the doorstep, hoping to make amends for past wrongs? Would my father be there? My siblings?