Waif explores the many forms of abandonment and its undeniable effect on all of us.

Geralda Cravey was eight when her mother sold her to a couple of Florida farmers in 1947. What does that do to a child and the generations that follow?

Thoughts & Stories

• They glittered, but they weren’t gold.
  by Vicki Entreken
  June 3, 2024
  It may be another sad country song to most people, but it pulled at me. You have to listen to the song to hear the pain in his voice. I couldn’t place what pulled at me. Not then.
• “I see your mom perfectly, but where are you?”
  by Vicki Entreken
  March 4, 2024
  I need this view and the crow of the rooster and the honking of the train and Panacea Coffee with its creek running behind it to help bring me back from the dark places I write myself to.
• My obsession with abandonment started with Styx.
  by Vicki Entreken
  October 10, 2023
  Those people celebrating a new beginning, unknowing of what was to come the following year. When The world falls apart, you don’t see it coming.
• “You Were Gone” A poem by Patricia Shaw (aka Geralda Cravey)
  by Vicki Entreken
  April 4, 2023
  It only takes once to break a child, but the emptiness lasts a lifetime.
• The Secret Notebook
  by Vicki Entreken
  February 19, 2023
  When her parents died, she was going to write it. We even got her a computer, but her story had been too painful and I thought it died with her. I was wrong.