“No, that’s not how you do it,” I remember her saying to me. We’d play in the sand box and I’d make my GI Joes build forts and point guns. “This is where the barbed wire will go,” I’d say and pour some of my cherry kool aid in a hole. “That’s the blood of [...]
Posts Tagged ‘childhood’
Make that guy carry water.
Posted in short shorts, tagged botanic gardens, childhood, fire, play, warm, wood on January 5, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Walking Rosabel.
Posted in short shorts, tagged books, childhood, dog, flowers, jeans, lawns, love, sidewalk, walk on July 17, 2009 | 3 Comments »
He hadn’t remembered that he didn’t wear jogging pants that day on purpose, nor that the jeans he picked out to impress her were years old, and he had grown out of them. He hadn’t remembered the lyrics to her favorite love song that he had recopied for her by hand, listening to the song [...]
I had heard about hawaii.
Posted in favorites, short shorts, tagged baseball, childhood, hawaii, pineapple, sisters on January 29, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
“Did you hear about Hawaii?” my father says. “What about Hawaii?” I say. I heard all about it last week, but tango on they say. “Your sisters are taking your old man on a trip!” “Oh yeah? You’re going to Hawaii with Caroline and Margaret?” They live in New York. Even I admit that it [...]
