by Rosanne Trost I grew up in an Irish Catholic family. My mother’s maiden name was Murphy. Dad’s mother had the same maiden name. My sister and I used to joke that our parents were cousins. March 17th was always a big day in our home. Dad had one kelly green plaid tie, which he … Continue reading Too Late For Answers
by Sage Leona My parents have always fought. Mentally, verbally, physically. All of my memories of my entire first fifteen years of life are entwined with horror stories of their annoyances which turned into disagreements always becoming an argument and usually escalating into a fight.The fights never seemed to end, they lasted fifteen years and … Continue reading My Parents Have Always Fought
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