Jim Plath — The Monarch Review
Paper Roses – Jim Plath
Wednesday, May 1, 2013 11:51 — 2 Comments
In late spring, when I was ten years old, my father received orders to return to sea. In the fall of the previous year, my mother had taken a job as a cook in a nursing home to supplement the Navy’s meager pay and when Memorial Day came, she could find nobody to stay with me on my day-off from school. I, like most children at that age, lived in an idyllic naiveté, wherein I believed that no more than some secret combination of promises and pleas stood between my parents and capitulation. True to that form, I made my […]
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