Category Archives: Growing Up

Limitless Dreams

Sometimes I yearn to return to it. It was just a small, seven by eleven foot room located in the west corner of my parents’ home in Hobart, IN. I was four years old when I was introduced to it. … Continue reading

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The Lonely Rose

In the large room I hear the high-pitched hum of the whispering voices behind me. I try to block it out. *** I stared at my mother, remembering when we first moved to our home in Hobart, Indiana. Her hair … Continue reading

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Garfield Street 1953

It was a windy and cold November when we moved. Calico leaves fluttered ’round the ground of the green house with the squeaky porch swing and white picket fence. I tasted the icy, shriveled grapes that clung low to the … Continue reading

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Growing Up

Chicken Pox, house calls Vicks on chest, steam on walls Cough syrup, low spirits “Thumbelina, Thumbelina…” On the radio. Snow suits, zippered boots Private schools with strict rules Coloring books, numbered hooks Playground, Monkey bars. Children On the go. Jump … Continue reading

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The Dance

Hopeful and happy lips Plush Pink New shoes—high heels she waits. Sun sinking yellow-orange shimmers slide down Day ends. She window-watches with dry lips, eyes wet. Hot breath on cool glass. Driveway empty. Stuffy inside. She needs air. Gentle breeze … Continue reading

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Alone

Afternoon dwindles— I sit in my back yard. The letter is crumbled and stained now the ink is worn— smeared like the worn words seared in my mind. It’s okay, it doesn’t need to be read not anymore. The sun, … Continue reading

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I Wonder Why

When we met one Autumn day he stared at me, with nothing to say He was very shy. At this I wondered why. He bought me my first Valentine blushed when he gave it to me The words under the … Continue reading

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