youthful memories

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Words Hurt

May of 1966 started out with such promise. I had just graduated with honors from Junior High school and was chosen to give the commencement address. Springtime in Southern Illinois, in my memory has the smell of freshly mown lawns and a hint of impending rain. Toward the end of May and through the month … Continue reading

The Grotto

In the early 1970’s, I had moved to a small riverboat town on the Mississippi River with a population of about one-thousand. When the river barges stopped for repairs, the population grew by at least one-hundred. I was 22 years old at the time and was drinking beer quite excessively.

Adolesense & Attitude

As a 13-year old girl, I started dancing in my room while no one was watching. I was coming out of my tomboy years, more out of necessity than desire; I had developed huge breasts. In Jr-High, I was chosen as cheerleader at the try-outs. It was apparent that I did not get votes for … Continue reading

Born Again

This was just another Saturday morning, much like any other Saturday or so I thought. Isn’t it funny how life can throw you curve balls faster than Sandy Koufax? The phone rang at quarter past nine and my close friend Robin asked me to drive with her on the two and a half hour trek to … Continue reading

Charlie and The Kid

Charlie was a good looking boy about fifteen years of age when he noticed a young girl secretively following him to school. She was around nine and just coming out of her tomboy phase. He thought it was amusing the way she hid behind trees and mailboxes while she tagged along behind him. He would … Continue reading

Suddenly Sober

Years of heavy drinking had taken their toll on my soul. A few scars here and there appeared on my body, but it was the scars no one could see that brought me to my knees. I pleaded, “God, please help me, I can’t do this anymore!” The next statement revealed the crux of my … Continue reading