The closest I’ve come to encountering a ghost was when the ocean ate one of my only remaining connections to my father. This isn’t a spooky story, but it is a haunting one.
Walking the Ghost Path
A year ago, I hauled myself and my large collection of personal demons into my therapist’s office, and said some of the hardest words I’ve ever uttered: “There’s something I’ve never told you. I have a brother.”
My father’s life ended in sorrow, but this essay he wrote about parenthood when I was a baby captures his vibrant humor and charm.
When I was eight years old, I was given an assignment to write a book for school. Meet The Places: proof that I was born to be a horror writer. Some background about this book: I’ve posted this … Continued