Oh, Girl: A Brief Memoir About Nights Spent With The Chi-Lites

Oh, Girl. Mom couldn’t stand the silence of night after Dad left; couldn’t stand the blaring introspection. And she couldn’t sleep alone. I wanted to sleep alone–needed to curl up alone and be. I was eleven years old, sleeping in a goddamned waterbed with my mother, and my six year old sister between us. The bedContinue reading “Oh, Girl: A Brief Memoir About Nights Spent With The Chi-Lites”