BY KENT JACOBSON My father clomped through life with boots—“Your mother will turn you into a softy”— and died early.
Tag: childhood
Yes, This
BY APRIL NANCE I have a photograph of my childhood self taken by my Aunt Sandy. In the picture she has tamed my scraggly hair and combed it into a neat blonde bob.
The Rose-Pink Porcelain Bathtub
BY CHARLENE MOSKAL At around age seven I'd lie in tepid water in the rose-pink porcelain bathtub. I would look down the skinny length of me, close my eyes, imagine I was Jesus.
Holly Allen – Michigan Green
Holly Allen's poem Michigan Green recalls the summers spent in Michigan with her great-grandmother.
Esso Station
BY SUSAN DI RENDE It was the summer of 1959. I was four years old, sitting in the back of my parents’ Rambler driving down Route 60 past motels, restaurants, and gas stations.
Chris Alaimo – Lovely Kid
Chris Alaimo's Lovely Kid is an expression of grief for the freedom and innocence through which we explore ourselves in exploring the world in childhood.