Cathy's Turning Leaves

I wasn’t sure how to start this post, so I think I’ll just start with the backstory. It was the early 90s and I was homeless for the umpteenth time. My mother wanted me to come here, but Charles wouldn’t let me. He had made no secret since I was a child that he “hated my guts” (his words). I…

It’s funny how a random memory will pop into your head out of nowhere.   Everyone has bad things to say about greedy oil companies, but here is a 100% true story.   My mother had had a Texaco credit card for at least 30 years, and had always paid the bill off every month.   She was 59 when…