Boy
He always called you boy. Even though you were 18 by the time you worked for him that summer. And, you were always just a little bit scared of him, even though you really had no reason to be. Maybe you were scared because he was an established community figure. Perhaps it was because heRead More
Still There
I visited the shop that sits a little off the beaten path the other day with Mama Jan to see if it was still there. Sure, I had other errands in that store that would take some of my time,…
Whose Feet They Hurt with Iron
I have my good days and bad days. On my good days, my mind rolls back, and a panorama of images play across the back of my eyelids. I see my carefree, young self, running and exploring, back in the…
In Which I Fail
I really didn’t have a plan when I started this particular writing episode a little over two years ago. Other than an outlet for a few memories that I wanted to get into print, should certain of my progeny ever…
In Which She Becomes Family
She has definitely found her way into our hearts. From the get go, I could tell she was a real lady. None of this tough macho stuff that leaves you strangled for breath. No. She proved it by her graceful…