I was perhaps fourteen-years-old and, if not confident that I could reach the hawk’s nest, desirous to get as close as possible to it, even though it crowned the top of a colossal pine tree. To get to it, I would have to cross an abandoned, overgrown horse pasture behind our back yard, to the… Continue reading Getting Close to Encounter (unabridged)
Category: Stories of Me
The Christmas Exchange
In the sixth grade, I received the most ridiculous and slightly insulting Christmas gift. My teacher decided to allow the class to have a gift exchange, determined by drawing names. I don’t remember whose name I drew, but I could hardly be expected to remember it: memory of the gift I received eclipses other important… Continue reading The Christmas Exchange
What Was I Thinking?
It had been only a few weeks. Still, a couple of key clues indicated that our relationship had reached either its pinnacle, in which case it had nowhere else to go but down, or else its nadir, in which case it was time to pronounce Last Rites. You can be the judge. One clue, for… Continue reading What Was I Thinking?