Annmarie's Blog

My first exposure to prostitution was in the mid-1970s, a time when seatbelts were an accessory—not a necessity, bangs were feathered like Farrah’s, and phones

Mister Rogers’ neighborhood mesmerized me when I was a child. I dreamed of living there, of having everything in my life in perfect order, of

The No-End Ending             Some stories have happy and satisfying endings. Others do not, leaving us breathless and with our hearts on the floor. Then

A bright blue tarp hung over the high-pitched roof, corners of it flapping in the wind like a flag waving at passersby. It was as

The note read… My Name is Larry. I live at Rosemont Home. If you find me, please call this number for help. Sweet Larry didn’t

I don’t remember the exact year, but I won’t forget the summer, itself. It was the early 2000s, and sweltering and unrelenting heat had driven

Part 2 / Cont’d “Boy George” At this point I wasn’t just second-guessing my decision to fly home, I was fully and absolutely regretting it.

Early in life, I discovered that people and characters are two different beings. It’s not that people don’t have character or unique characteristics that separate

What I was hearing was something I didn’t recognize. It was like wet chicken hitting a cutting board, a flop, and a slop. And after