Cheryl Wipper

Walking the moon

Into the Wilderness: Story 1, Catina I hated my parents. Not the, OMG-my-mom-is-so-annoying-I can’t-believe-she said-that kind of hatred. But hatred that kept me from being safe. I hated them in such a way that it was almost like a grudge. I wouldn’t talk to them. I couldn’t even be around them. All I would thinkContinue reading “Walking the moon”

Have you walked the moon?

Into the Wilderness: Story 1, Mom On an unusually cold and rainy day in June, we drove down our mountain in New Jersey, headed to Newark airport. My daughter Catina was with my husband and me, and she hunched in the back seat, surly and cross-armed, hoodie pulled over her eyes. She knew where weContinue reading “Have you walked the moon?”