Louise Rousseau
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Angel Boy
We heard shrill shouts and the dull thud of coconuts hitting the wall. From granny’s bedroom where my brother and I were supposed to be sleeping, we listened to the drunken brawl pitting my mother against my aunt. After my mom ducked the coconuts, my aunt pulled a knife on her. Mom retreated behind a […] Read More >
Angel Boy
We heard shrill shouts and the dull thud of coconuts hitting the wall. From granny’s bedroom where my brother and I were supposed to be sleeping, we listened to the drunken brawl pitting my mother against my aunt. After my mom ducked the coconuts, my aunt pulled a knife on her. Mom retreated behind a […] Read More >
College Finances: Living with an Open Hand
As soon as I was old enough to turn on a light switch, my parents told me electricity cost money. In fact, I soon found out everything costs money. I remember clearly my first lesson in money management. My grandmother gave me a piggybank for my birthday. The plump porcelain pig with a moronic smile […] Read More >
Living With An Open Hand
As soon as I was old enough to turn on a light switch, my parents told me electricity cost money. In fact, I soon found out everything cost money. I remember clearly my first lessons in money management. My grandmother gave me a piggy bank for my birthday. The plump porcelain pig with a moronic […] Read More >
Living with an Open Hand
As soon as I was old enough to turn on a light switch, my parents told me electricity cost money. In fact, I soon found out everything costs money. I remember clearly my first lesson in money management. My grandmother gave me a piggybank for my birthday. The plump porcelain pig with a moronic smile […] Read More >
Mom, your love is good
I thought it was going to be like it was in the movies. I’d tell John I was pregnant and he’d waltz me across the room with joy. How we would celebrate! This was the child I knew he wanted. Well, that didn’t happen. When I told him the news, his reaction baffled me. He […] Read More >
Out of the Burning Bush
I was overwhelmed by all the things I had no place to store. Heaps of toys cluttered the living room floor. My son’s crib blocked the way to my bed. There were books everywhere and screwdrivers lived on the kitchen counter. Clearly, our rented duplex had become too small for our growing family. I longed […] Read More >