Sister of My Soul

Excuse me, do I know you? I vaguely remember your face We were friends once, the very best friends We were tight, so very close Secrets were shared, tears cried, belly laughs burned and drunken nights felt never ending Even faded rock star blue jeans with holes in the knees Read more

My Non-Television Mother and Me: The Apology

Part 3 of a 3 part series. After interviewing my mother, reading through the archives of my memoirs, taking note of the dark memories that quietly play in the back of my mind like an old French noir film, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve hit a plateau, with Read more

Here Inside the Mirror

There comes an age when screwing up is not cute anymore. You know that, because people are constantly telling you. It’s not cute anymore, Raleigh. My name is Raleigh, by the way; Raleigh of Boston, Massachusetts. Although to be fair, my mother is from Raleigh the actual city, so it Read more