In grade 12, Mrs. House granted me the Religion Award. But I didn’t deserve it. The Religion Award was supposed to go to the student with the highest grade in class. I had high grades. But not the highest. Years … Continue reading →

My childhood bedroom was only 8 feet wide x 9 feet long. Just enough room for a single bed, a 6-drawer white dresser with a gold-trimmed mirror, and a small table tucked in the corner. My wallpaper featured blooming pink … Continue reading →

And the mystery of the missing cans My mom has always been my biggest supporter. And defender. When my ex-husband and I separated, I returned to my hometown, where my parents still lived. My brother graciously offered the top half … Continue reading →

How Coming to My Senses Earned Me a 3rd Place Science Fair Ribbon Instead of the 1st Place Trophy Not using a dead cat‘s eyeball was my downfall In the 1970s, my entire grade school participated in the annual Science … Continue reading →

Mr. Len McDonald taught Religion. He reminded me of Spock, the fictional half-human, a half-Vulcan character from Star Trek. Not only did he look like him but he sported the same bowl-cut hairdo. Me and my classmates affectionately called him … Continue reading →

Abuse has no place in love “I’ll miss you.” I cried as I hugged my boyfriend goodbye. At 17, I was both excited and nervous about boarding a KLM plane to the Netherlands with my cousin. Once we arrived in … Continue reading →

Joy and tears can go together When I was still in high school, my eldest brother, Roger, moved back into the basement of our parent’s home. He brought his young wife, Julie, and their newborn, Benjamin. They planned to stay … Continue reading →

“Who drove home last night?” I asked my friend on the phone. “You did!” In the 80s, it wasn’t unusual for teenagers to pick the driver who seemed the least impaired to drive home after a night at the bars. … Continue reading →