Tag Archives: Writing

“De-Coated” – a coat story in honor of my sister’s “dead animal”

carolkean 51 in fiction CLOUDS FLOCK TOGETHER LIKE MEAN GIRLS plotting to rain on my parade. De-coated, but not defeated, I phone my evil daughter. I practice sounding stern and cold and calm: “I want my coat back.” Voice mail. Which she never … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , | Leave a comment