Stories of Suspense with a Sense of Humor
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
I was sitting in the back seat of our station wagon, behind my father who was behind the wheel. My mother, riding shotgun, flipped through a magazine. My two older brothers sat beside me in the back seat. We’d been on the road for an hour and it wasn’t nine yet, one of the rare … Read more
If you’re just tuning in, this is the third installment about my uncle’s cottage, and you can catch up with the first two here. When last we spoke, a new weather phenomenon of sustained winds raised the waters of the Sandusky Bay above flood stage, putting a foot of water into the cottages along the … Read more