FEARLESS MEMOIR: 'World's Fair' (Epilogue)
Category: WELLNESS
All I could think about was Daddy. Not the man who had held the gun, but the man who used to come into my room and tuck me in at night, the man who would talk to me until I fell asleep, the man who would help me in my times of worry and distress.
By James Stack, Contributor
Novelist, poet, memoirist and playwright., 2012-10-14