The Day I Stopped Being Tara’s Unpaid Staff
Tara dropped a yellow legal pad on my kitchen counter and said, “The bathrooms, groceries, and laundry need...
Author: Gail G. Taylor
The Price of Bad Luck: How My Brother’s Birthday Demand Met Six Weeks of Forensic Auditing
Success had always been a dirty word in our house, provided it belonged to the wrong person. I...
The Dovetail Cradle on the Porch That Proved My Brother Survived Fifty Years of Silence
In 1968 my brother and our father had a fight that shook the rafters, and by morning Danny...
The Silent Count: Why the Young Man at the Fire Hall Refused My Blood After Thirty Years
The linoleum floor of the St. Jude fire hall always had that faint, waxy smell of cheap disinfectant...
Why My Father’s Last-Minute Courthouse Warning Stopped My Ex-Husband’s $990,000 Luxury Club Celebration
My father told me to change every bank card PIN just five minutes after the divorce, and I...
The Summer Poison: Why My Father Spiked My Soda Every July to Punish My Mother
The smell of heavy furniture polish and stale cigarette smoke always hits the back of my throat first...
The Weight of the Easter Locket That Proved My Father’s Fifty-Year Lie
The linoleum under my grocery cart always had that same uneven scuff right by the apples, and on...
The Rent She Thought Was Free: Why My Mother-In-Law Regretted Evicting Me
Evelyn never did know how to knock properly, preferring a sharp double-rap of her acrylic fingernails against the...
Thirty-One Years on the Line: Why the New Branch Manager Regretted Freezing My Roof Repair Withdrawal
The new branch manager froze my account on a Tuesday. He did it with a little plastic smile...
The Name on the Plate That Cost My High School Bully Her Family Empire
The ginger ale was flat, tasting mostly of warm tap water and cheap ice, and Marcus Vance had...