Category: Author remembering

The Peach Stand

Sweat puddles and drips down to her seven-year-old feet like the ice cream will soon do. A sweltering Texas summer. Grandpa grins through his cigar, proud of his summer income. Peaches in boxes and sacks. Peaches in crates lined up on tables beneath his…

Before Amber Alerts

She was told how fun it would be to watch the parade in small town Fredericksburg, Texas. “Exciting for a four-year-old.” “Look at that float!” “Carolyn, do you see the clown?” No. All she saw was the backsides of wiggly people in front of her….

Maybe Tomorrow

She chokes on the water and knows what she needs. A concession stand with vending machines. A flimsy cup no bigger than the size of her small hand drops to the tray and is filled with soda, carbonated water, and ice. A Bruce’s fried pie…

Dance Anyway

I just had a birthday but they say it’s been a year so I am here standing strong a thumbs up and a cheer.   Fifteen years ago, I wrote an entry in my journal about turning 45. Soon afterward, I copied the pages…

The Sound of Muses

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens hundreds to choose from in worlds that were written years ago back when this sketch was created these were the titles I most celebrated   When the night comes when the day hums when I reminisce I…

A Raisin of Serendipitous Learning

When she told me NOT to throw away the moldy orange, I questioned her sanity. Why in the world would we want to keep this tainted fruit within arms reach of four-year-old children? And why would I, the 24 year-old teacher with a degree…

Empty Lies a Crowded Room

  Twas’ too soon for me to go an empty vessel still in tow the darkness loomed, but glowed, that room the crowd all dapper-dressed. The iron box of elevation took us to that destination the couple smiles, no hesitation “Congrats on baby quest.”…

I’ll tell you but nobody else

A month ago, I didn’t have to read the fast-food menu. I already knew what my husband wanted. I prepared myself to say “a four piece chicken basket, please.” I pulled up to the speaker. Why wasn’t Microphone Person saying, “Welcome to Wally’s. May…

A Priceless Photo

For my mom, on the right, having family over on Sundays took the sting out of being an only child. (photo taken in the early 1930’s) No doubt, after the women made a hearty lunch, the men drank homemade German beer and smoked cigars…

What blissful effort looks like

On the first day of vacation, I rented this beaut. Her gears were limited but her determination was great. Her basket remained empty, the backpack strapped to my body. Together, “Townie” and I headed up. I stopped a few times to dismount and push…