Dirty Deeds Done on Spoon Lane–– Part Two

It’s strange to think how selective memory can be: I remember details leading up to, during, and following this event, but I cannot remember what my punishment was from the courts. I must have been let off the hook legally, but rest assured parental punishment was indeed plotted, planned, and executed. After the story’s conclusion,Continue reading “Dirty Deeds Done on Spoon Lane–– Part Two”

Dirty Deeds Done on Spoon Lane

I can’t even. Think. I’ve never this stumped before.  Writing prompts are not improving the flow of creative energy through the synapses of this brain.  So, I decided to post this essay that won second place in my university writing contest in two parts.   Dirty Deeds Done on Spoon Lane (Part One) Anderson UnionContinue reading “Dirty Deeds Done on Spoon Lane”

A Polarity in Self-Awareness

Oh, the faces I make while moving through the events of an ordinary day. Something tells me I am not alone. My trail-walking face: smile, wave, greet passers-by with a cheery “Good Morning.” My traffic face: scowl, growl, and glare with shoulders scrunched up to my ears and hands raised, outspread to each side,  greet fellowContinue reading “A Polarity in Self-Awareness”

My Little Town––My Earworm

My father, 81, still lives on the property he acquired from his father in the mid 1950s. I visit him on a weekly basis, typically Sunday afternoons. On my most recent Sunday visit, I decided to listen to some oldies, via Pandora, on the Simon & Garfunkel station.  My current town is about 20 milesContinue reading “My Little Town––My Earworm”