Growing up, I avoided inviting friends home for dinner. Too embarrassing. But, that did not stop my mother. She would push, “Honey, why don’t you have your little friend join us for dinner?” She’d say it in front of them. And I’d die… because I knew how dinner would go. Because it always went the same. She’d serve steak, baked potatoes and a vegetable. And, the conversation… no matter how it went, always bit me in the ass. … Read more
I sat by the front window, as the cool October breeze wafted, my nose buried in The Hound of the Baskerville’s for “the game was afoot.” I was so absorbed in the chase I jumped when the school bus’s brakes squealed and the sky burst loose with an explosion of children’s laughter.
“I can’t do it.” Henry said with a gag. His hand pinched his nose shut. “I’m trying.” His body convulsed. “I really am. I just can’t do it.” His body…Read more