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Inconsiderate Ways

Inconsiderate Ways

  During the summer before I started ninth grade, my father, sister, and I went camping in Montreal and Prince Edward Island. My two oldest sisters no longer lived at home. Although my father and I camped a lot when I was younger, by the time I was fourteen, my...
Nursing Home Shame

Nursing Home Shame

  Living at home, my mother’s multiple sclerosis (MS) and dependency on her family, made her miserable. Her family was tired of waiting on her, and she knew it. When my mother informed me that she planned to divorce my father and move to a nursing home, I felt my...
Pressured to Believe

Pressured to Believe

After my mother’s multiple sclerosis (MS) crippled her to the point of dependency on a wheelchair, one of the things she desired was supernatural healing. My father shared his plight with a few of his customers (he owned a retail business) and came upon one with...
When a Parent Wants to Die

When a Parent Wants to Die

After a day of classes at a nearby college, I rode the city bus home to where I lived with my parents. I turned the key in the lock and walked through the front door, clutching my books. Mom’s authoritative voice rang from the living room, “Will you bring me a razor...

Lost Control

When I was little, my mother would make excuses for the A’s on my report card as though I hadn’t earned them. I explained to a friend not long ago that because of this, after third grade I stopped showing the grade report to my mother. Being a mother herself, this...