Category Archives: Fresh ‘N Ready

We sat at the kitchen table having supper. Walter Cronkite was on in the living room, and my parents watched the TV through our kitchen wall cutout. “More trouble,” Dad said. I glanced up from my book, The Shy Stegosaurus. … Continue reading →

We parked outside a house with drooping gutters and a broken porch railing. Mom grabbed Dad’s lunch box off the front seat. “I swear he’d forget his pants if I didn’t remind him.” She got out, shut the door, and … Continue reading →

They jumped Double Dutch, while we jumped single line. They were wiry, athletic, and they kicked up their legs so high between the dicing ropes that sometimes we saw their underpants. We were always orderly. We jumped one at a … Continue reading →