Less Than

My school clothes were shed as the nun directed. I stood in nothing but panties, socks and shoes in the basement of the convent. All the other girls wore slips or undershirts. Alone, I stood bare-chested in the chill of the concrete room waiting to be fit with a satin frock for May Crowning. Please … [Read more…]


I want my words to make you weep To gasp, recoil and laugh I want to surprise To shock and sometimes blur your consciousness Let my ink glide and salve the wound that needs licking Let me expose and eviscerate offenses and tenderly repair the hurt Please follow and like Michele:

Batty for Bats

1963 Age 11 Bat We grew up in the home where my dad was born. The middle room contained a door that opened to a short, steep flight of unfinished wooden stairs leading to the attic. It was dark, ominous and terrifying to kids who lived in more modern homes. I loved the attic. The … [Read more…]

Hello Zelda

It was late May, Graduation Day for the class of 1969 of Perpetual Frustration. The gaggle of over- wrought, competitive, impatient, adult wanna-bees wilted among the cool limestone columns of the cathedral walls. It was the mandatory practice ceremony to get the heck outta town. This women’s academy and time of life had simply grown … [Read more…]