When you are six years old, winning a prize, any prize, is a big deal. This particular accolade didn’t come for coloring the best turkey at school or for memorizing the most verses at church. Instead, my outfit got first prize at a tacky party. Mother was actually the only one in our family invited to the party. Her Sunday School …
“P” is for Pew
It’s one of those pages of history that a gentler woman wouldn’t relate, but because I’ve always liked a good story better than being genteel, I’m telling it anyway. After all, my mother is no longer beside me telling me to “shush” and the rest of the family has learned to put up with me. You could say that …
Charles Dickens and Sleepovers
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity.” I’m speaking of course about childhood slumber parties. This was indeed the best of times. In our small town, slumber parties were usually celebrating …
Tutti’s Panties
“Dear Diary, Today, I lost Tutti’s panties.” Possibly, for you, losing a doll’s underwear may not be a traumatic event, but to this seven-year-old, it proved journal worthy. Now, a second-grade diary is filled with the ups and downs of daily life. The birth of kittens. A fish fry with friends. A spelling bee at school. The backfired plot to frighten …