A NOSE JOB FOR MOM – Marilyn Armstrong

I don't remember how many times my mother told me this story, or how many times I have told it to you. It bears retelling. My mother, like many young women of her generation, had wanted to attend high school. And college. But the family was poor, and there were many mouths to feed. In … Continue reading A NOSE JOB FOR MOM – Marilyn Armstrong

CROSSROADS AND CONTRACTS – Marilyn Armstrong

It was a cold night. Not just wintry cold, but a deep, damp, clammy cold that climbed into your joints and made everything hurt. A light fog covered the ground yet it shed no light. If you squinted, you could see two hulking bodies approaching the junction, each coming down a different path.  No need … Continue reading CROSSROADS AND CONTRACTS – Marilyn Armstrong