I Can’t Swim

The bridge was out. We were driving across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel which runs from Chesapeake, Virginia to Cape Charles, Virginia. The day started with bright sunshine and light air-brushed clouds gently gliding across a blue sky. Our car was packed with drinks for the kids and chips and crackers for snacking. We would … Continue reading I Can’t Swim

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July 1, 1837             I've unpacked my meager belongings, having sold whatever I could to purchase passage to America. Many of the things were Da's, things he'd given me as I was growin up. Many were bribes to keep me quiet about what he did to me. Mayhap I shouldn’ta kept them but they help … Continue reading Rate This Opening