My Husband Left Me In The Car While I Was In Labor So He Could Go Fishing

in the passenger seat of our Ford Explorer and watched the red taillights disappear down Mulberry Street while another contraction moved through my body like something being wrung out.

That was the morning I understood, with a clarity that required no further evidence, exactly who I had married.

My name is Destiny Dickerson. I was twenty-nine years old continue reading …