When I was a child I took a tattered baby blanket and spread it out on my bed. On top, I placed my favorite stuffed toy, some picture books, and a plastic bag of Goldfish crackers. Pulling up the four corners, I tied the bundle into a knot, threw my makeshift hobo bag over my … Continue reading Runaway
Tag: childhood memories
Archaeological dig
The graveyard was a source of embarrassment, and no amount of pleading to move it had helped. The solution was to pretend it didn’t exist. Her greatest fear was that one of her grandchildren would wander into it and get hurt. So when young A.J. strode through the living room wearing one of his grandpa’s … Continue reading Archaeological dig
all they knew…
All they knew, they learned from us. Our children are our responsibility. As parents, it's our job to teach them how to be caring, compassionate adults. We teach them through our words - through the words we use when we talk to them, to their other parent, to our friends and extended family - even … Continue reading all they knew…
The audition
Styled my hair just so with that old brush. I needed to look good for my audition, singing into my hirsute microphone. Must've been too loud, cuz Dad smacked my butt with it. The Trifextra weekend challenge was to tell a story, in exactly 33 words, about a single object, used three different ways.
Survival kit
I'm finally getting an opportunity to visit my daughter in her adopted state, and am headed out soon on a long road trip. Driving from Florida to North Caroline, in one day, is not something to attempt unprepared. Granted, there are three licensed drivers in our car, so dividing up the trip into three, four-hour … Continue reading Survival kit
A new tenant
Her bony finger, shroud in a white cotton glove, stroked the nursery armoire, seeking out evidence of the child who once slept in the room, inspecting for dust lingering where it wasn’t welcome. The Trifecta weekend challenge is to write a 33-word opening line to [our] book, an incipit.
Thin spiral notebook 