IN PREVIOUS POSTS, NICKY AND JENISE, SISTERS TRYING TO SURVIVE IN AN ALCOHOLIC FAMILY, ARE LEFT ALONE WITH THEIR FATHER WHILE THEIR MOTHER IS AT WORK. THEIR FATHER IS COMING UNGLUED AS HE STRUGGLES TO MAINTAIN EVEN THOUGH HIS BODY CRAVES HIS LIQUID CANDY, HIS WHISKEY.
THE GIRLS FACE THE WRATH OF HIS BELT, AND NICKY WATCHES, ALL THE WHILE TAKING APART AND ANALYZING THE PUNISHMENT, EVEN AS A LITTLE GIRL OF EIGHT, KNOWING SOMETHING IS WRONG ...
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Keeping my screams pressed down, I hold my hand over my mouth and watch when he takes the back of Jenise’s head and shoves her face hard into the bowl of creamed corn.
She lifts her head slowly and turns to the side after he takes his hand away. I’m frozen as I watch her look at me, her shock mixed with the corn that drips off her nose, hidden in her burning eyes as she wipes them, and within her ...
Continue Reading →Jenise and I make faces when our dad opens a can of creamed corn to serve us for dinner. He doesn’t care that this is the one food my sister and I hate more than anything.
I can see leftovers in the refrigerator and other cans of food stacked in the cupboard we like, but it doesn’t matter. It feels like we could’ve been given garbage to eat if that was the ...
Continue Reading →I’ll admit it — I was in a dark place.
Married twenty-seven years, my husband and I had retreated to the darkest recesses of our caves, ignoring each other, sitting separately, often going to bed hours after the other, and barely kissing good-bye or saying “I love you” during the day.
I’d had the crap knocked out of me that year, by employees who’d gathered together and decided to bring false claims against me, all the while trying to steal clients and ...
Continue Reading →The story opens when Nicky Young, a woman coming of age, reflects on why relationships are so difficult for her. Shadow Heart is her story, created from the journals she’s kept all her life. We open as she reflects back to eight years old, as she and her sister are waiting for their father, an alcoholic, to prepare dinner for them.
EARLY LESSONS: NICKY YOUNG
I always prayed the same way at night: “Now I lay me down to sleep. I ...
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