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childhood | childhood

lana-nieves's picture
Feb.03.2012
  A couple of nights ago, I received a phone call from an old friend...a woman who's been a school teacher in the public school system for over 20 yrs. As soon as I heard the crack in Sue's voice, I knew something was wrong.   "I've had a terrible day," she said, "One of my former...
christine-hamm's picture
Feb.01.2012
Self Portrait with Pen Let me try to explain. Horses struggling knee deep in mud, then up-beat, simple music, like a distant ice-cream truck. The sound of something hard and metal hitting something soft and wood, like a plow ramming a fence, or a Datsun hitting a forest of popsicle sticks. A...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Feb.01.2012
  February 1   WHEN I WAS YOUNG       I’m sure it will come soon, a time I can be a carefree innocent.  Worn and weary, I slog through the painful over-awareness of what was considered my childhood.  What can I do but hope things will get simpler as I age? ...
johnny-noir's picture
Jan.29.2012
  You always about hear about the well-off kids with Asperger's. These kids are also pampered dicks, uncommunicative and entitled. I had Asperger's as a child, but my family wasn't rich enough to afford the best schools or therapists. No, I had to make due with the bullies, druggies and sluts...
michael-seidel's picture
Jan.29.2012
The child in me popped his head out while I was out shopping.  My wife stalked bathroom towels and living room accent rooms, part of an epic quest. I wandered away, drifting left when she swivelled right. There, from an end cap, came the call.... Matchbox cars! Leaping out, The Kid dragged me...
annette-talbert's picture
Dec.23.2011
One of my favorite Christmas memories involves a phone call. My oldest brother had the brilliant idea to call one of his nieces or nephews each year on Christmas Eve from the North Pole. When my oldest was five years old, he received the special call from Santa. He had just finished his bath and...
susan-hagen's picture
Dec.21.2011
On winter mornings leading up to Christmas, I sometimes see the imprints of small cloven hooves breaking the frost on the lawn.             “The julebukk was here!” I hear my child’s heart cry, and I’m leaning over the red Formica table in our...
anovelweblog's picture
Dec.04.2011
    When I was a child, the Christmas season hummed with the jingle of bells, the music of carols, the bustling excitement of anticipation.  Weeks and weeks led up to that single magical morning when you would open gifts, things you hoped for, but never thought you would actually get...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Nov.26.2011
November 26     No Mickey Mouse     The Wonderful World of Disney belonged to normal children; kids with Sunday nights and not the tear filled screaming which punctuated my weekends.  I had no time for the creative melodrama built to add interest into the dull little lives...
annette-talbert's picture
Nov.15.2011
I walked in the house this afternoon and my daughter spoke those dreaded words: "I've got a school project." This particular project is for art class- create an bug out of food. Oh, how I love these projects. My pocketbook will take a direct hit, and I will end up more involved than I wish to be....