by Theda Bara
February 11, 2010 in Cops and Daughters
Not all of my father’s moments as a police officer were successful moment of triumph, but of events, choices and actions he considers utter failures. It is a heartbreaking fact that he focuses on these things and not the lives he’s saved, the impact he’s had on the underbelly of his home.
by Theda Bara
November 3, 2009 in Cops and Daughters, Love
They say the only common denominator of all of your bad relationships is you. I’ve been running through the years of my serial monogamy, and I’m thinking deeply about each one. Each love, each predicament. They were and are multifarious in their gifts, and also in the pain they caused. A year ago, I broke up with my long-term partner after 5 1/2 years.
by Theda Bara
September 20, 2009 in Cops and Daughters, Crime and Punishment
When I was pretty damn young, my father pointed out a mid-op transexual prostitute named Carrie. According to my father, she was the most popular prostitute in town. Unfortunately for Carrie, that wasn’t the last I would ever hear about her. It was years ago, perhaps 2005(?). It could have been at dinner, or it could have been just sitting and talking. But I choose to remember it this way: Read the rest of this entry →
by Theda Bara
September 3, 2009 in Cops and Daughters
Monday was my birthday, and it made me think about my 18th birthday.
That day, my father had to work and he left me a note to tell me Happy Birthday and that we’d go to dinner that night.
But…..well…..
by Theda Bara
August 26, 2009 in Cops and Daughters
My father used to take me on crime tours of our town. We didn’t set out for them to be crime tours, but inevitably we would drive by a site or two where he would point something out. It usually dealt with domestic abuse or a dead body. Read the rest of this entry →
by Theda Bara
August 15, 2009 in Cops and Daughters
“Honey, you see that woman over there?” We were driving through a residential neighborhood adjacent to one of the worst streets in town. Many a Bad Thing went down on this strip of cement: murders, rapes, serial killings, public beat-downs by a rather infamous biker gang…you know, the daily stuff.
by Theda Bara
August 11, 2009 in Cops and Daughters
Everyone else’s parents told them to take a sweater.
My father told me to take a gallon of gas, a quarter and a gun.
Proudly powered by WordPress, BuddyPress and the GLORIOUS SERVER.