Dental Denial
“Hmmmm” the dental assistant diagnosed as she cleaned my teeth. She slid from the room and returned with the dentist. Without a word, my mouth was pried open and mirrors and tapping tools inserted....
View ArticleI’M A SLOW LEARNER
The back door to the house I grew up in, swung out onto a set of narrow concrete steps. With no handrail, opening the storm door on a windy March day was like raising full sail in a hurricane. That was...
View ArticleHOME SICK FROM SCHOOL
I’m fourteen years old, home sick from school, and someone is pounding on the front door. Who comes out to the country and wants to visit in the middle of the day? No one I want to talk to. The dogs...
View ArticleHome Sick From School – Part Two
…Click here for where we left off last week… “We were robbed,” I wail into the yellow telephone receiver. “Did they?” Mom gasps …”Take the TV?” I say I don’t know and she tells me she’ll call the...
View ArticleA Table the Size of a Plymouth and Other Stories of Home
The rooms in the house I grew up in were used and they were used hard. That’s what happens when you cram eight kids and two adults in a two bedroom, one-bathroom house. The single-story home was...
View Article“Have you ever stolen anything?” the officer asked me.
Yesterday I had window washers at the house. Within minutes the workers asked me to lock up Orlee The Giant Puppy as every time they got a window clean, she stuck her nose on it. “Every time!” they...
View ArticleStanding Room Only
When I was a kid, television watching was a full contact sport. Our black and white TV was a giant metal box that dominated our living room. It was 50’s brown and sat on a black wire stand that...
View ArticleWrasser. Fraser.
Are these curse words for any other families? My Dad uttered it daily, when he couldn’t find a tool, or his shoes, or anything to eat. That’s how I feel right now. I can’t find a story to write....
View ArticleBailing Twine and Bubble Gum
Dad proudly announced at every opportunity, “Everything on this farm is held together with baling twine and bubble gum.” I’m not sure if its a trait of all farmers or just Dad but he was a “good...
View ArticleDream the impossible dream? I can’t even dream a possible one.
The first question in all these self-help books I’ve been reading is, “What’s your dream life?” My dream life? I can have a dream? They may as well be asking me what time I want to leave for a...
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