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Five

Alternate Title: Before The year I turned five they sent me to run an errand. Perhaps I was supposed to get a stick of butter or pick up that book the neighbor borrowed or tell them we needed to use the party line. I don’t remember the exact errand but I remember dawdling on my way … Continue reading

Standing On Both Sides

“Get in the car!” she hissed as she pushed me into the passenger side of our blue Ford Escort. It was dawn – supposedly the most beautiful part of the day – and the sky was a vivid expression of color gradients starting at the horizon line which was a subtle shade of pale blue … Continue reading

On Leaving

I like to tell people we left in the night like some kind of refugees fleeing their country under threat from their government. Somehow, leaving in the night evokes an urgent image of ripping sleeping children out of their beds, Anne Frank style, to shove them into an already running vehicle and hitting the gas … Continue reading

Costumes My Grandma Wore

One year my mother made nurse’s costumes for my sister and I.  They were white aprons and caps, Florence Nightingale style, with red crosses drawn on the center of the chest in red Sharpie marker.  Coincidentally, also around that time, I was told that Grandma Rose worked at the hospital.  Somehow the two converged and … Continue reading

Leonard

He was larger than life and yet, when thinking of the years before grandma died, I hardly remember him except as a shadow – slightly to the side and behind her.  However, I became aware of his physical presence almost instantly in a most tangible way when she was gone. I was eleven years old … Continue reading

Deprivation and Good Will

There was a small low-lying building in the middle of the compound that contained clothing.  At one time it functioned as an office of sorts for my dad.  One of the plywood paneled rooms had a large desk in it and a few filing cabinets.  I enjoyed climbing up on the padded rolling desk chair … Continue reading

Notable Points Between Here and There

1. A single gas station where we would stop to get gas. Entranced from my seat in the back, I’d watch the numbers on the pump click by like those on a flip number clock. 2. A drive in restaurant where the waitress would skate up to the car, chomping her gum. Each waitress’s hair … Continue reading

Things That Are Not Real

Once, when I was a child – seven or eight years old (as I always am when I reflect back) – I got very sick. I remember writhing on the itchy couch in the living room.  This was before sick children would be parked on soft sofas in front of cheery cartoons all day, forced … Continue reading

Romance

For a long while after we left Texas, books were my best friends.  I don’t mean this solely in an endearing “Anne of Green Gables” kind of way.  I mean it in a bare bones, borderline neurotic, vaguely concerning kind of way.   I mean that books were where I turned when I was anxious … Continue reading