I’m going to try and write down memories I have – for my little lovelies who always ask “Tell me a story of when you were a kid . . .”
I’m going to call them “Tales for Tuesdays” – and will try to write one a week . . . unless of course something else happens. In which case I won’t.
- 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...
- 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 ...
- Estonian Honey
[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="450" caption="Our group with friends from Estonia, on the shores of the Baltic Sea."][/caption] When I was nineteen I spent a semester living in Moscow, teaching English as a second language to ten...
- 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, Californi...
- 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 professio...
- Flaming Soccer
[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="232" caption="EE & I in the freakin' ugly blanket on the Reservation."][/caption] Today is Emily Elmer's Birthday (who is no longer Emily Elmer, but Emily Bowers instead). And so I thoug...
- The story of how we were attacked by
two dobermans while
innocently trespassing one day . . .[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Hazen & Janet, 2004"][/caption] This story is dedicated to Carrie, because she wanted me to write this one. When I was probably about thirteen or so, we decided to have a grand...
- Singing in the Dark
AKA The Time They Called Search & Rescue[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Anna, Emily Heisler, Me & Ejo at Thanksgiving Point, summer 2010"][/caption] When I was about fourteen my cousin, Anna and I decided to go on an evening ride. Our plan was to head up Corner...
- The Story of how I was almost hit by a Semi Truck while climbing a tree one fine afternoon
The summer before Junior High was a weird one. Perhaps that's a bit vague. But I can't think of any other way to describe it. I was about to start at a new school -- a big school that I had only dared to ride past on my bike in the early morning befo...
- Swirling
[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="400" caption="Photo (C) Phil Schermeister"][/caption] The sun slanted at the late autumn angle. The horses picked their way over the canal and out into the field, the hay cut low from the farmer's plow, the ...
