Tag Archives: PsychoStalker

Facing Fear

He’s back, or more, correctly, he never left.  PsychoStalker that is.  My brother ran into him the other day.  After the probation office called to inform me he’d been deported.  My world is upside down.  I had finally settled into … Continue reading

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What Might Have Been

We were washing dishes together last night.  Standing elbow-to-elbow in my cramped kitchen.  We had been discussing safe sex. As teenagers (OK, I was a teenager, he wasn’t) we weren’t always as careful as we should have been.  And then … Continue reading

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