Author: mr.top
Part of life / Story Telling

2 months before I told my husband I was pregnant, he had a secret vasectomy. he accused me of cheating, drained our bank accounts, and left me for his mistress. He brought her to my first ultrasound to force me to sign away our house. “Tell me how far along this bastard is,” he sneered at the doctor. His mistress smirked. The doctor stared at the monitor, then looked dead at him. At that moment, I still didn’t know the most devastating shock was waiting for me at the ultrasound.

- by mr.top

He was standing in the examination room with his expensive espresso, acting as if nothing in the world could disturb his perfect, arrogant calm.   I had not slept in …

2 months before I told my husband I was pregnant, he had a secret vasectomy. he accused me of cheating, drained our bank accounts, and left me for his mistress. He brought her to my first ultrasound to force me to sign away our house. “Tell me how far along this bastard is,” he sneered at the doctor. His mistress smirked. The doctor stared at the monitor, then looked dead at him. At that moment, I still didn’t know the most devastating shock was waiting for me at the ultrasound. Read More
Part of life / Story Telling

I never told my wife about Margaret. Summer of 1962. We were 18. She worked at the ice cream shop on Lake Street. I enlisted that fall. Wrote her 14 letters from overseas. All returned unopened.

- by mr.top

I never told my wife about Margaret. Not because I didn’t love my wife. I did.  Forty-two good years. Two children. Five grandchildren. A house full of Christmas mornings,   school concerts, …

I never told my wife about Margaret. Summer of 1962. We were 18. She worked at the ice cream shop on Lake Street. I enlisted that fall. Wrote her 14 letters from overseas. All returned unopened. Read More
Part of life / Story Telling

Elena opened the folder with the calm precision of someone who had spent too many nights crying and too many mornings deciding never to cry again.

- by mr.top

“Elena…” His voice was no longer sharp. It was small. Almost unfamiliar. Elena opened the folder with the calm precision of someone who had spent too many nights crying and …

Elena opened the folder with the calm precision of someone who had spent too many nights crying and too many mornings deciding never to cry again. Read More
Part of life / Story Telling

She got in her car. She pulled out of the parking lot. She did not wave, but she did not need to. The magnet on the back of the white Honda — Second Door Foster Services, and beneath it, in smaller text, Every child deserves an open door — caught the October light as she turned onto Route 7

- by mr.top

She said, You had a law degree, a corner office, and $240,000 a year. And you couldn’t show up once. Then she slid the business card across the table. The …

She got in her car. She pulled out of the parking lot. She did not wave, but she did not need to. The magnet on the back of the white Honda — Second Door Foster Services, and beneath it, in smaller text, Every child deserves an open door — caught the October light as she turned onto Route 7 Read More
Part of life / Story Telling

Second Door Foster Services currently serves children across four counties in western North Carolina. Their waitlist has forty-three children on it. Their lease expires in March.

- by mr.top

She said, You had a law degree, a corner office, and $240,000 a year. And you couldn’t show up once. Then she slid the business card across the table. The …

Second Door Foster Services currently serves children across four counties in western North Carolina. Their waitlist has forty-three children on it. Their lease expires in March. Read More