Tag Archives: R. Nikolas Macioci

Equipped with scissors, I head toward the shed, a plywood structure with spaces between the boards. Mom has handed me over to her friend, Ann, while Mom celebrates her divorce and vacations for two weeks in Florida. To secure a … Continue reading →

This Sunday sky is Bermuda harbor blue, sailing fat clouds close enough to touch. The heat is smothering. Nothing would come out from under a rock today. Sun has bleached the grass and burned ground to a hardness you can’t … Continue reading →

The first days of unpredictable April turns its sack of tricks upside down, empties its contents of cold winds and a smattering of snow flakes, small enough to have fallen from a giant salt shaker, upon the village of Dedham. … Continue reading →

Hand me a happier childhood, and I will stop shooting bullets of blame at my dad. He never held me in his arms or gave me a chance to tell him secrets. His joking, teasing often turned to cruelty. I … Continue reading →