Stories of Suspense with a Sense of Humor
When I was about seven, I was jonesing for a suede vest with fringes on it. That was kind of a big deal for me because day-to-day clothes were kind of drab in our family. Most of my shirts were hand-me-downs. I had two older brothers, and cousins up the street, and stuff got passed … Read more
In the most recent Picayune, I told the story of my car problems in Middle-of-Nowhere, Ohio and the not-so-friendly farmer who let me use his phone. It was after ten p.m. when the tow truck showed up. After some basic trouble-shooting, he dragged my car to the outskirts of Finley, where he had a shop. … Read more
My childhood was fine; I have little reason to complain: my parents were together and did their best for us, we felt loved, safe and secure. But there are some bad memories of dumb stuff I did that haunt me. I suppose some people can just shrug the dumb stuff off, and maybe that’s what … Read more
As a little kid, I had a weird relationship with swimming. Due to a combination of fear and my mother’s schedule conflicts, I didn’t attend lessons at the city pool as had my older brothers. They started at the age of five and got the hang of it fairly quickly. They were trusted to go … Read more
When I was in ninth grade, a new kid moved into my neighborhood — we’ll call him “Joe” — and I was hopeful that we’d be friends. There weren’t any boys my age in the neighborhood; just two girls, and I was terrified of girls. Joe, being the new kid, was willing to try to … Read more