After I spent the night with Lucy, I felt light and good. Something special had happened and I felt like my life was turning around. At least now, in my single-fatherhood, I had something to look forward to besides weekends with my daughter and being completely broke. Before long, Lucy…
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As long as I can remember, I’ve puzzled over my relationship to my name. My parents, for all their faults, dreamed up good, strong, unique names for their children. My siblings are Christine Michelle, Martin Damian, Angela Maureen. I am Patrick Dismas. My middle name come from Father Charles Dismas…
Leave a CommentAt 16, Nick is old enough now that he’s more of a renter in the house than someone who really needs parents. When it comes to regular, every-day activities—washing, eating, doing laundry—he does it on his own. He’d developed his routines and spends much of his time after school alone…
Leave a CommentEveryday toward 5 p.m., I sat at the back window of my spartan apartment at 823 E. 42nd Street and stared down the line of fence that separated the backyards on the adjacent streets. The scene was always dark green, the weed trees and oaks and hickories shading the yards…
5 CommentsbioStories is a serious, professional, and highly regarded literary magazine. They have published my creative nonfiction essay, “Disappearance,” in their current edition. “Disappearance” occurs at the intersection of hard work, social class, racial animus, misogyny, and redemption. I hope you will take a few minutes to read the essay on the bioStories website.…
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