Ellen McGrath Smith: My Mother at the Alamo
I would later doubt my mother at the sink, her bruised eye shut, or my mother kneeling
near the orange bucket full of dirty water, ready to snap as drunken rants poured down.
May 20, 2019 · 3 Comments
Ellen McGrath Smith: Wounded Antelope of the Herd
Some Thoughts on Brock Turner, Drinking, and Rape I was 18, waking up on the dorm hallway floor. Mary Beth, the upperclassman who woke me to get dressed for work, … Continue reading
June 11, 2016 · 1 Comment
