Tales for Tuesdays

Uncle Terry

This special edition of “Tales for Tuesday” is printed on Sunday, especially for Uncle Terry. Where do you even start when you’re talking about Uncle Terry? In my family he was known as “Terry 1” because we had a plethora of Uncles by that name, but he was always first. Uncle Terry could never talk…

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Painting the Roses Red
Or, dying the towels pink

When I was nineteen I spent a semester living in Moscow. And one time we went on a grand trip through northern Russia, across the border to Helsinki, Finland where this story begins, and then across the Baltic to Stockholm, Sweden, where this story ends. Now, we start in Helsinki, where we arrived at five…

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Our Very First Valentines Day

tonight i am typing on my laptop – something i try to avoid ever since calvin got a hold of it last spring and busted some keys – including the all important ‘shift’ – there will be no capitalization tonight. i may go back later to try and fix it. then again, i may not.…

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Wednesday was Andi’s Birthday

So I was going to write a “Tales for Tuesday” for her, and publish it on Wednesday. But Wednesday I forgot, I was participating in an online protest. So today she shall have her story.   When Andi and I were eleven or twelve years old we would on occasion walk ourselves a mile down…

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Estonian Honey

  When I was nineteen I spent a semester living in Moscow, teaching English as a second language to ten year olds. But that’s another story. While there we went on a trip where we visited Helsinki, Stockholm, and Tallinn, Estonia. And it’s at the port in Tallinn where this story begins. We had left…

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Two Travel Tales

Today I will feature two Tales for Tuesday – because they’re both short. One: The Time I was Smooshed By a Large Lady while Crash Landing in a Hot Air Balloon When I was in third, maybe fourth grade, I went on a trip to Palm Springs, California, where we took a hot air balloon…

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The Roof

The house in which I grew up, which was (and is) referred to as simply, “The Yellow House,” had a very steep roof. This was a simple fact of my childhood, confirmed into impressive reality when my brother-in-law, Lance, who roofed houses as a profession for a time, gave his considered opinion that the house…

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