pedophile
My mother and I dressed alike.
I’ve spent a considerable amount of time thinking about hell. Hell is the place God is not. In Hell, the luxury afforded here, the luxury of avoiding the real, is gone. Hell is eternity faced with oneself without mitigation.
My mother is there now. CONTINUE >
My mother and father on Fire Island prior to their marriage.
We live overseas and have for decades. My son, who is 13, has never lived in the United States. Expats are fond of saying that we’re all running from something. At a party once a woman told me CONTINUE >