Dear my long lost uncle, I’m sure it seems a little out of the blue, my getting in touch like this. My grandfather asked me to write to you, and his being a person I respect, and care for, I agreed to do it. He mentioned that, since I’m a writer, I might have success […]Read More Open letter to a long lost uncle
When C started school this year, his teacher asked parents to get backpacks that would fit an 8.5 x 11 folder. On the first day of school, all the kids showed up wearing backpacks that were almost as big as they were. There were Avengers backpacks, Doc McStuffins backpacks, Elmo backpacks, backpacks that screamed girly […]Read More what lies inside the folder
We pulled up to the house and all my stuff was on the sidewalk. Neat piles of childhood possessions stacked atop boxes, atop white furniture gilded with gold trim. I never quite got a handle on my childhood possessions after that. I didn’t have a family anymore, not the one I knew. My brother and […]Read More Moving
C and I had to have a stern talk. I asked him to sit down next to me on the couch. He kept looking away. I ordered him to look at me, and he looked right into my eyes. He smiled. I was exasperated. He clearly didn’t understand the severity of the situation, or what […]Read More “Are there mommies in my eyes?”
Sunday, 09/29, 2 pm I feel all cloudy. I wanted to write so I pulled out my machine. It reminds me that I’d like a new machine. The battery drains too fast on this one. I bought a new battery last year, but it drains just as fast, so now I’d like a new machine. […]Read More Cloudy in the sick house
I recently read something about how adolescence has been extended to 25. Putting aside for a second the probability that the psychologists extending the borders of childhood are likely trying to help people by making these determinations, what is it about adulthood that we so anxious to protect our children from experiencing? Why are we […]Read More Why are we all so afraid to grow up?
40 Kingston Rd., Hanover, MA Of all the places I lived as a kid, this is the one I remember as my childhood home. My recurring dreams about childhood all take place here. A large wood frame house on a corner lot in suburban Hanover, Massachusetts. Four bedrooms: one big one upstairs for my parents […]Read More Places I’ve Lived part 4 (the childhood home)