read this amazing story
A few weeks ago I wrote a dud of story about a repairman who came to my house. I posted it here for about a minute, a story that was so much a nothing I hit delete. So this man came to my house. So he seemed scary. So nothing happened. So what. Who cares.
But after I took the story down and shoved it into the
digital black hole drawer, I could not stop thinking about it. It woke me up at night. It festered.
(with a huge thanks, as always, to Jennifer Pastiloff)
Excerpt from “The Man In My House”
I grew up with my single mom, in a house without a man. My mother was not a fearful person, nor was her mother, my grandmother, and we all lived on a diet…
View original post 175 more words