Stories
Growing up, one of the first books I was assigned to read was “Of Mice And Men.”It was the Seventh Grade.I fell in love with it. In fact, I couldn’t wait to get to the end to see the farmhouse and land that George and Lennie were going to buy.I couldn’t wait for Lennie to…
Read MoreI’m standing in a lush Wheatfield.It stands waist-high. The wind blows softly.It’s tranquil in this moment. I feel young and free. I look to my left and see my best friend from when I was twenty.He’s got his hand on top of the tall Wheat, letting it sway underneath his hand.He stands in peace. Not…
Read MoreI met up with “Lou” today. I’ve written about him before, and I promised not to change his name to something “stupid.”“You can use my name!” He said.And, so I will.There was a thirty-year gap when we didn’t see each other.Life does that. We met in Fultondale, Alabama—our old “Stompin’ Grounds.”I lived in Fultondale until…
Read MoreOne of my earliest memories.The place? Southeastern Meats.I was Seven. Walking through the doors, I was holding my momma’s hand.We were shopping for more than just “Meats.” They had other items there. “Wait, momma!” I heard a noise. Well, not just a noise but a voice.“Momma, stop!” I looked around. I could hear something familiar.…
Read MoreI got up this morning pretty sore with electrical shocks from my Spinal Cord shocking the fire outta me.I was lying in the “Baby” position. I dreamt I was handcuffed to a Handicapped parking spot.No vehicle. Just me standing there handcuffed.There’s one for the ol’ therapist… But, today is gonna be a great day.See, I’m…
Read MoreI’ve been listening to “Tom Sawyer” on Audible and reading “Catcher In The Rye” on paperback.So, it’s no wonder I’ve been reflecting on my Childhood and reminiscing. Hearing about “Tom Sawyer” and the H-E-Double Hockey Stick he put his Aunt through brings to mind us three boys and our Mom. At any given time, I…
Read More—One Friday Night— Life is so much easier without alcohol in it.It’s important for you to know that I no longer drink. Being born with Spina Bifida is hard. Life is hard—mine and yours.As I’ve said in other posts, I couldn’t have “sex.” My body does not produce the sperm needed to create a child,…
Read MoreWhen I was a kid, everything was new, fresh, and, a lot of times, scary. When I got scared, I had several “Hiding Places.”One of my hiding spots was my bedroom closet. We had shelves in our closet and had made a small “Club House” in it.It had a sleeping bag and pillows inside as…
Read MoreI drove down to the gas station today and got some juicy information. Not gossip. I’m not too fond of gossip. The manager told me that she went out to the gas pumps and found “Voodoo,” um, paraphernalia. Would you call it “paraphernalia?”I asked what she had found, and she said it was a Chicken…
Read More—Christmas – 1920— It’s Christmas Eve. The year is 1920, and many families are going into town to buy the Christmas tree they will put in the house. Many families will decorate the tree with strands of popcorn using thread and a needle.They will wrap the tree with colored ropes such as red, green, and…
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