Tag Archives: Allen Long

Mystery Story

My mother, my brother Danny, and I recently placed our ninety-year-old husband/father into a memory care facility. He has advanced dementia, he’s had a string of mini-strokes, and he’s become impossible for our mother to care for and control at … Continue reading

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Safe House

When I was elementary-school-aged during the Sixties in Arlington, Virginia, my parents couldn’t decide whether they loved or hated me. They felt the same way about my younger brother Danny. Our mother was warm, generous, supportive, and kind. However, frequently, … Continue reading

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Less Than Human

Crime and Punishment In 1962, the summer I was six, my mother invited a woman friend from our church over for lunch. This would have been fine with me, except Mrs. Cunningham brought along her son Webster, a red-haired boy … Continue reading

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Free Floating

My first night in the psych ward, I bunked in a large room with three Hispanic guys—Juan, Miguel, and Jose. Juan appeared normal and friendly. Miguel had a wicked knife scar running down the left side of his face, but … Continue reading

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A Slow Dance for Tina and Other Love Stories

Tina My kindergarten classroom had tall windows that stretched to the ceiling, filling our fingerpaint-scented room with bright swaths of yellow-white sunlight. I still remember my teacher’s name, Mrs. Orton, and her kind face. The faces of my classmates have … Continue reading

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