Tag: ankle monitor

  • Living Dangerously

    “You call that living dangerously?”  I whispered to my brother.  “Dangerous?  You have got to be kidding me.”  Eric stared at me and didn’t smile and didn’t respond.  I knew what he was thinking and I didn’t like it.  He was going to do the same thing over and over again until someone else noticed.…

  • The Hiding Place

    Everything had gone perfectly.  Until it didn’t.  I blame the mess I was in squarely on Nathan’s shoulders.  If he had listened to me and done what I asked, we would be free and clear at this very moment.  Nathan was the reason I couldn’t paint anymore.  Couldn’t write anymore.  If he had not started obsessively…