by Richard Hanson
She had it all: a CEO’s wife, four big sons – bam, bam, bam, (pause) bam – joined everything, even mother’s garden club and league of women voters, worked in the not-for-profits, immigrant maid and nanny, country club home, Vale ski retreats. But love left, dad retreating with boys to videogames. Some say verbal abuse, but who knows? Lost. No way out. The past raced the present until even Zoloft wouldn’t put on the brakes. Stayed in asylums until convincing them she was free. Now she’s in the laundry, with vodka and prescription meds mainlined. Home.