Month: January 1995

Jan. 30, 1995 “Hey, Mom,” My daughter said, “let’s sleep in the attic tonight.” She wanted me to sleep in the crawl space above the garage and line of insulation on the night the weatherman had predicted a cold front!? “Sure, why not?” I said and began gathering up my pillow and blankets. She went…

Saturday I planned to work on the family finances. I went to look for the canceled checks among the boxes on the closet shelf. I knew they had to be in one of three boxes, but the boxes were blocked by a very wobbly pile of slide trays and college books. “We don’t use all…

Jan. 16, 1995 As I crossed from Mississippi into Louisiana I flipped over the first audio tape of “All Around the Town.” Miles passed unnoticed as the multiple personalities co-ed slowly revealed the true identity of the murderer. In the back of mly mind, I regretted having to wait to finish the book until after…

Jan. 9, 1995 My pencil fetish began after a teacher tried to prepare us for a test by telling of a student who only took a couple of pencils to an important test. Both points broke. The kid twiddled his thumbs through the rest of the test he should have passed. The teacher shook her…

January 1, 1995 At the warning call, “the bus is coming!” I closed the book I had been reading, thrust my arms into the sleeves of my long winter coat, grabbed school books off the breakfast table, and buttoned as I ran to the yellow bus. On board, I sank into a seat and read…