Tag Archives: High School

Waiting for Gordon: Friday Nov. 14, 2014

“You’re suppose to have the van back this afternoon?” June asks for the seventh time this morning and about the hundredth time this week. “For the thousandth time, yes.” I say, exasperated. She’s acted like changing my answer could bring Morgan’s Cornet … Continue reading

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A Family Dinner and Other Unexpected Events: Friday Aug. 29, 2014

“The trick with spaghetti is-” Mom pauses to pour a ladle full of sauce onto Dad’s plate, “…is not to take it too seriously.” It’s an old line, something she says about everything she is sort of good at; knitting, … Continue reading

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Hamburger by Another Name: Wednesday Aug. 20th, 2014

“Want your roll?” June asks, her mouth full of peas. We’re sitting at our table in the back corner of the cafeteria, apart from the rest of Second Lunch and away from Mrs. Carmichael, this weeks lunch monitor. Self-imposed isolation … Continue reading

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Backseat Jesus: Thursday, Aug. 14th, 2014

“…and that’s why we use the King James Version.” Sunny concludes, almost out of breath from his fifteen-minute, pseudo-historical, adjective-rich lecture. Honestly, I’ve never heard the word ‘infallible’ used so often. “If you want, there are other translations, but they … Continue reading

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Our Weekly Session: Aug. 11th, 2014

“So, how’s your scheduled?” Mrs. Jane asks, reclining behind her desk and looking every bit the shrink. She’s even wearing her concerned look: head tilted slightly to the right, trimmed eyebrows bent upward, lips pursed into a slight frown. It’s … Continue reading

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