March 12, 2019

Growing up in the 70’s meant being completely lost when it came to social norms regarding the opposite sex. We had no YouTube to direct us. No Facebook to share embarrassing moments with the world. Everything that happened to us was all cause + effect = learning experi...

March 5, 2017

Retail pay is lousy. Back in 1989 I had worked at Sears for a couple years and decided that it would be nice to be able to afford both my car AND its insurance, so I handed in an application to Taco Bell on Ridge Road. One day later, I had the job. That should’ve raise...

February 24, 2017

When I try to remember my first kiss…the first real kiss I ever had with a boy…I come up blank. I can’t even remember who it was. I do remember fantasizing what it would be like. I even made a contraption called the “French Kissing Machine” when I was thirteen or fourt...

December 28, 2016

His name was Jeff.

He had a narrow nose, puffy purple bags beneath his eyes, full lips, and strong cheekbones which made him appear English. Although he wasn’t handsome in a conventional sense, his sharp wit had everyone laughing so hard our abdomens ached for days, a...

August 14, 2014

They were big kids. Mean teenaged boys. Two of them. One with sandy brown hair, lanky and tall. The other of gargantuan proportions, dark-haired and beady-eyed. And they had weapons of mass destruction: water pistols.

We had no idea where these kids had materialized....

July 14, 2014

Before the days of Wii, Xbox, and Gameboy, there was kickball.

At the apartment complex where I grew up, the rules for this game were simple. 1) Kick the ball. 2) Run the bases. 3) If someone tagged you out, you could contest it with threats of violence.

We had a sma...

May 15, 2013

In the seventh grade the division between the “haves” and “have nots” was painfully, if not noticeably, clear. The “haves” being budding boobs in training bras.

I was a “have not.”

Until school began, I wasn’t aware 11 and 12-year-olds wore bras. Apparently, neither...

April 25, 2013

When I was in grade school, if you were to ask me what a bully looked like I would’ve conjured up an image of a kid from the 1950s with a close shaved head, constant sneer, and dungarees rolled at the ankles. I’d picture him as being the largest kid in the classroom, s...

November 20, 2012

The first job I ever had was employment as a clerk at a department store. It seemed like easy money, and I needed no talent other than the ability to put together a cohesive sentence. And even that was negotiable.

I soon learned that working with the general public fo...

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