Deadbeat

It’s been a year and half since I lost my father. Not literally anyway. But people don’t need to know that. People ask questions. And sometimes, most times, they are not ready for the answers. Even if they were, I am not. Not yet anyway. They don’t need to know that. There were no goodbyes.Continue reading “Deadbeat”

Home at last

I always thought that moving back home would be like in the novels I read growing up I thought there’d be a party with all my friends and family present to say Welcome and We missed you I thought we’d laugh and make jokes about the great times we shared before I left and perhapsContinue reading “Home at last”