A woman I know awaited the arrival of her daughter on the wings of cotton candy dreams. Being the only female in the household was soon coming to an end! Her husband could hardly wait, yet their three sons were unsure of how they felt about it, how a little girl in the pack would […]
My older sister was referred to as “Poor Christine” by Grandma from the minute she was born. Apparently she had a pointy little cone head that made dad cry the first time he saw her. Although, seventy two hours later her head was shaped just fine, the whole incident qualified her, in Grandma’s eyes, to
Powder Puff Football, 1972; need I say more? Imagine it, college freshman girls, out to have a good time and prove themselves to be tough young women of substance. Really, we just wanted to join the team because the coach was super hot as well as all of his friends who came out to “assist.”
I was about twelve years old the day I witnessed her tall thin frame flit past me on her way down from the cabin dressed in a bad bathing suit, beach towel flung over her narrow pail shoulders. She hit the beach running and then came to an abrupt halt, dropped her towel and looked
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A ghost was looking down on us, tortured mouth silently crying out, empty hollow eyes. We gasped and took a good hard look at each other than looked back to the window. “Did you see what I just saw?” “Oh, yeah. What do you think it was?” “It was the ghost, of course.” Crossing the
It was late July or early August and we were all at the lake, hanging out at the old cabin. It was just past sunset – that time of day when everything cools off and those familiar night sounds begin to echo from the surface of still waters. There was always a damp earthiness that