14 Monday Apr 2014
Posted in Serial Sunday
I remember little of my beginnings. I suppose no one ever really does. My first memories aren’t of a loving motherly smile. Victoria tried her best, but she was a teacher first and a protective guardian. Mothering didn’t come easy to her. In fact, most anything traditional challenged her. Being an inverted hierophant, anti-establishment was her nature. She was a terrific actress when it mattered. But living with her every day of my life, I felt something missing. Continue reading
22 Saturday Jun 2013
Posted in Fiction
Tags
20, 30, adult, adults living at home, career, economy, expectations, future, growing up, jobs, society, thirties, twenties, what happened
I remember the days of my youth. That awkward stage between being a child and grown. Body changing, brain changing, there was so much going on. It was a time when I finally started to get a taste of freedom and independence.
I remember having crushes. The racing of my heart as a boy I liked talked to me or accidentally touched my hand. The “does he like me?” conundrum. You can’t ask, for fear of revealing yourself, but you want it more than anything. Continue reading
Angela Cavanaugh 