By Mary Claire Ekstrom There she was. Margaret Ann. Attacking another mother. Right by the banana bread in the main boulevard of the grocery store. I felt the hair on…Read more
By Mary Claire Ekstrom I swam deeper and deeper, dodging my brother’s flailing hands. Headed to safe water. The deep end. He’d never catch me. I bounced upward, kicking off…Read more
By Mary Claire Ekstrom
Anxious excitement swirled. My life was about to change. Big.
I was entering high school.
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By Mary Claire Ekstrom Pierce’s eyes bored into me as he relayed his most tragic childhood memory. Again. Six years older than me, I assumed he was wise, but mainly…Read more
By Mary Claire Ekstrom “Aunt Mickey, look!” Six-year-old Barrett screamed, as he clung to the front of the grocery cart, pointing at the refrigerated section of the warehouse grocery store.…Read more