“While I Was Deployed, She Confessed to Taking My Money — I Thanked Her”

that phone call, built on a bedrock of manipulation and emotional terrorism that started the moment she entered our lives. My mother, Elizabeth Owen, died of ovarian cancer when I was seventeen, leaving behind a devastated husband and a daughter who’d just lost her best friend, her mentor, her guiding star. The grief was crushing, all-consuming, the continue reading …