As a child, I felt the quiet and the melancholia on my mom's face, she never hummed, she never sangbut she put beans on the plate with tearsas I counted my toes, one times one and I whispered..."Mom, is...

CLOTHING OPTIONAL" If she was going to auction herself off like a slightly used showroom model, she might as well do it seductively...and naked at Julie and Dave's house.***"Are we late?" Sharon whispered, fumbling with the straps of her...