I sit scrunched down on the old rough boards of the front porch cutting out clothes for my paper doll. My tongue is curled tense against the corner of my mouth trying to be helpful, as I carefully manipulate the stupid blunt-nosed scissors. My thumb keeps getting stuck in the stupid hole, and the stupid…
Our house in Iowa City… the house of my early childhood … had front porch steps, back-porch steps, and a side door stoop. But in addition, there were what Mom called the sidewalk steps. These were the three small steps leading up from the sidewalk to the front walk. I have since found they are…
This is something like the image that I had thought to work up into a painting. It is from a memory of being about five years old, and walking with my brother David, to see the RR tracks that ran behind our house in Iowa City. As I recall, it was just beyond the rhubarb…
Don’t you just love going to the dentist? I have to say that mine is a really nice guy and I have never been too fraught over my regular visits for cleaning and x-rays. However, I do admit to feeling a twinge of anxiety every time I go. What, I ask myself, will they find…