: About Me

I am a retired police officer from New Jersey whose writing has had many starts and stops. I enjoy writing humorous short stories/essays. I like to examine the quirkiness of human nuture.

My passion is ...

Getting a good nap (seems to never happen)

I know too much about ...

Stuff that most people don't want to know about

My parents always told me ...

Play nice w/others

My childhood ambition ...

Football player

My favorite memory ...

Eastside Park, tall trees, cool grass, lazy summer afternoons

Why I write ...

I must

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

The news, and a retrospective of Michael Jackson's life.

My first job ...

installing air contioners (never dropped one)

My best moment ...

Is yet to come

My inspiration ...

My daughter who fights obstacles daily but never stops trying

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Domestic violence

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My mother couldn't save me from the beatings, she could barely save herself. I wished for the day the cruelty would end. My wish was granted on my fifteenth birthday. On that afternoon, as my mother prepared my birthday dinner, my father stumbled into the house, stinking of alcohol and violence. He didn't speak; he just glared at me and my mother with those fierce, bloodshot eyes. Staggering into the kitchen he stumbled into my mother, and shoved her against the hot stove. As she tried to catch her balance she touched the hot stove top, burning her hand, and crying, "Curse you to hell, you...

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