I Used To Love The Night

I wrote this for the brilliant Allie Burke and The OCH Literary Society. It was originally published there. I Used To Love The Night As far back as I can remember dusk and then finally twilight always held a mystical essence for me. My child’s mind was filled with make believe and possibility, but the central … Continue reading I Used To Love The Night

I Used to Love the Night

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Today I am very pleased to have a spot on the lovely OCH Literary Society’s page. Thank you for having me.

ORGANIC COFFEE, HAPHAZARDLY

As far back as I can remember, dusk and then finally twilight always held a mystical essence for me. My child’s mind was filled with make-believe and possibility, but the central element to most of my vivid imaginings occurred during the twilight hours which then cascaded into the darkest parts of night. I was never afraid, for this was the time that my imagination would burst with endless possibilities of fairies and sprites, brownies, and otherworldly creatures who would come alive when mothers and fathers tucked their littlest in for the night.

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The Terrible Father and The Schizophrenic by Christin Harper

Christin bravely shares a very personal account of her relationship with her father. Gorgeously written.

ORGANIC COFFEE, HAPHAZARDLY

Twenty-one years ago, my parents met in a psychiatric hospital. I like to say I was doomed from the start. No one else thinks that’s funny.

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