Category Archives: Childhood

Resisting A Replay of Xanadu

I cried when I left the movie theater. I walked to the car with my parents and their friends, bawling with large tears and large voice, all emotional after Xanadu. Granted, I was ten. The music and love story must’ve been too much for my pre-teen self. The parking lot was dark enough that had […]
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Pushing Off Into The Water

I forgot to bring Sharkie. I remembered the suits, the towels, the swimming diapers. I even remembered to shave my legs. But it’s been months since I’ve been to a pool. I was out of practice with the mental packing list. Our extended family owns a condominium. In the center of the complex is a building equipped […]
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E is for Exorcism

Babysitters came to our house frequently when I was a kid. When Mom ended the day with a shower and twenty minutes of hair curling, when she pulled out a Swanson’s TV dinner for my sister and me to bake for supper, we knew a babysitter was on her way. Sabrina made my nose wrinkle. […]
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