In the spring of my sophomore year of high school, my best friend Reese said, “Let’s try out for majorettes for next fall.” This was something I had never considered doing. I was more the newspaper-editor type, which in fact is what I became the following year. I wavered. She cajoled. Out of loyalty to… Continue reading Elbow grease
Brought up by modest and reticent Protestants, I learned early that pride in oneself was an indulgent blemish on your personality; it was shameful. Since I couldn’t take pride in myself, I basked in my grandparents’ pride – in my drawings, my writing, my report-card grades, my piano recitals. I myself was proud of my… Continue reading August Writing Challenge, Day 4: Pride
Uncle Choll (given name Charles) was my grandfather’s younger brother. Whereas Grandpa, a factory foreman, was a little rough around the edges, Choll was sweet and refined. He worked in a fine men’s store in St. Louis, dressed beautifully even for a cookout, and dearly missed his late wife, Edna, known as “Eddie.” We all… Continue reading The road to regret
“Bend forward. Head between your outstretched arms. Hands pointed. Push off. GO!” Not so fast. I was 18, shivering in a saggy red tank suit and a dimpled rubber swimming cap, staring into the aqua water of the college’s indoor pool. Miss Gorton, our middle-aged phys ed teacher, waited stolidly on the deck. I –… Continue reading Diving for my diploma
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