When Dan was sent to The Experimental School, they told him he couldn’t play Malcolm X in the school play during Black History Month. “Why not?” The whole class burst out laughing. “That’s enough!” Mrs. Castaneda told them all, and then explaine...
Originally, Sullivan Reardon didn’t like day care. Both his parents worked. That was just the way of it. One day his mother dropped him off at the YMCA and he cried and cried in a corner. He thought that if he cried hard enough she would show up. She did not. Mrs. Eden, the old Black woman who cared for them, came to him while he was crying on the mat and said, “If you don’t stop crying, I’ll give you...
HERE''S THE END OF WILD LIFE
Wild Life is off for the week and I also want to give other people a chance to catch up before posting, so this article is about all sorts of questions about me, about the story, about where it's going. Ask and I will answer in some way.
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while today no Wild Life proper will be posted, all through the day I plan to be posting thoughts on the season, and bits and pieces about Wild Life. Just go to the URL. Happy Yule, ME
anticipation may be half the fun, but fulfillment is the other half, so, after some waiting here we go...
Follow the link to CHILDHOOD: CONCLUSION. There should be other fun stuff besides the story posted at Chris Lewis Gibson.
FOLLOW THE LINK TO CHILDHOOD, AND THERE MAY BE A LITTLE BIT MORE THERE TOO.
FOLLOW THE LINK TO THE NEW SITE. see ya
“Was Addison really that great?” “To them he was,” Becky told Seth. “Well, maybe they should go date him.,” Becky grinned and leaned into him. “You know what? I’ve suggested it. How was the store today?” “Busy as hell. I’m glad I’m only a seasonal worker. You know what Jung Mei told me?” “Huh?” “She said Dad was right. That I should go to school.” “Well, of course your dad’s right. I mean, between working at a department store and being in school... It’s kind of a no brainer whic...
JOEL MCKENNA USED TO SING. He gave it up. He’d given up so much. There had always been a noble reason for it and that had excused everything. He hardly ever sang except for Christmas carols, and the tree was coming down in a few days. He sang in front of Shelley, but not like he could. He hardly ever used his vacation time. He hoarded it up for these days when he could sit at home drinking cocoa and cider and thinking about the past, watching the lights come on, come off, ponderous on the...