Author: Eileen Kilgore

I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately, haunted by dreams of her. This Thanksgiving will mark the 10th anniversary of her death. Her name was Angie and she was…

It was my first time in the hospital. I was three or four years old and had my tonsils taken out. After the surgery my throat hurt so much I…

I lost my first friend when I was 11 years old, and I still remember the pain. An aching, searing emptiness that consumed me. I felt alone, exposed and ashamed.…

My father thinks he's married to a woman at the memory unit, although she doesn't think she is married to him. Her name is Juanita and she was kind to…

The enemy hit me in the same place he always strikes, the soft underbelly of my identity. He knows it’s an easy target—squishy and unprotected. Given this, I shouldn’t have…

Last night my husband and I were watching a new legal drama on TV, and I got so irritated I was actually yelling at the screen. There was a subplot…