Game Time

The setting for Game Time is the day of my First Holy Communion.  The perspective is my brother’s. ************* Thick cut bacon dances on the griddle; its sizzling delight fills the house.  The smell moves down the hallway, slides under the floor crack of my closed bedroom door and into my cave.  I am awake.  [...]

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Take off

I hope to someday write a memoir of sorts about the perspective I’ve gained as a result of my unconventional road to motherhood.  Assignment 1 of the current extension course I am enrolled in asked that we write a short, vivid scene of our earliest memory.  My first memory goes back to 1976.  I was [...]

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