Jennifer’s Story: Doreen Rodrigo, my mother

Jennifer’s Story: Doreen Rodrigo, my mother

“We never really knew her,” my cousin said as she stood next to me at the graveside. I remember thinking, “No you didn’t. None of you did. But I knew her. I KNEW HER. And I was not ready for her to go. I had all these plans, all these things I wanted to do with my...
Patricia’s Story: Shore House

Patricia’s Story: Shore House

In early 1996, my daughter Dana had a sleepover at her friend Reba Fiori’s house. When I picked them up, she started saying that Reba’s house was haunted, and Reba casually agreed. “It’s true,” she said. Dana heard footsteps all night, up and down the stairs and...
Melva’s Story, I Forgive You Daddy

Melva’s Story, I Forgive You Daddy

I need to forgive you, Daddy. I wanted a warm cuddly daddy with soft words and a warm heart, you were cold and distant and punished me often. I was afraid of you and I felt like I was a disappointment to you, just as you were a disappointment to me. I need to forgive...