When I was a little girl, Christmas tree day was very exciting. Dad would bring home a live tree, bought from a service station or a fruit shop and there were six of us kids waiting. 467 more words
Tags » Life Writing
1,118 more words
I used to have a cat, an old fighting tom, who would jump through the open window by my bed in the middle of the night and land on my chest … And some mornings I’d wake in daylight to find my body covered with paw prints in blood; I looked as though I’d been painted with roses.