Tag: #memory recovery
Poisoned Fruit: My Life with an Evil Stepmother
I met my step-mother one summer afternoon in a Chinese food restaurant. I was determined not to be selfish when I met her. I was determined to put both of my parents happiness before my own sad hurt feelings after the divorce and the loneliness that comes from seeing what was once whole become broken. I knew that I was emotional and overwrought and I put all of those feelings aside in the hope that both of my parents could find the happiness that they were seeking.
The First Memory
My first memory was of a feather. I was walking through the yard between the house and the barn and the gumbo was sucking my moonboots into it. I was working at loosening one of my boots when I saw the feather blowing, moving up and down in the invisible chill breeze of summer. I…