Tag Archives: June

The Violent Bear It and Grin: Part II- Wensday March 18th, 2015

“Open┬áthe windows.” June grunts. She waves her hands in no particular direction, “It’s a furnace in here.” “They’re already open.” I say, trying to turn the camper’s window hand cranks further. “They all stop half way.” “S***…” June slumps back … Continue reading

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Turkey Day, Pass the Ham Please: Thursday Nov. 27th, 2014

“What’s it like having your driver’s license?” Aunt Kat asks. She’s stirring a large bowl of  pumpkin pie mix with an impossibly huge whisk as sunlight pours in through the kitchen window, making her glow like the Human Torch. “It’s good.” I say. “I … Continue reading

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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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Home Grown Fish: Wednesday, Nov. 5th, 2014

“I think its cool to grow fish.” Sunny says as he connects a dangerous number of electrical plugs into a cheap Walmart power strip, seemingly indifferent to the threat of fire, or, at the very least, a blown fuse. “June … Continue reading

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Gifts from Strangers: Wednesday Oct. 15, 2014

“It’s a tea set,” June groans, her face twisted in disgust, “the wetback got me a tea set! He thinks I’m five. Mierda!” “A tea set?” I take in the scene; June in her backyard, sitting in a vintage lawn chair, behind her the … Continue reading

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Mother of a Ham: Tuesday Sept 30, 2014

“Oliver?” Sunny asks, his lips hovering an inch above the radio mic. The rest of the small ham setup, Oliver’s old Kenwood 2-meter, sits flat on a folding table in front of him. “Hello?” He adjust the tuner with his thumb and forefinger, carefully … Continue reading

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Che and Jane Austen Walk into a Bar…: Friday Sept. 19, 2014

Timothy Jensen is cute! And I don’t mean the well muscled and square-jawed, Superman kind of cute, but the other more subtle kind. The bespectacled, bookish sort of cute. Like Clark Kent or Harry Potter. I show his Facebook page … Continue reading

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Driving Ms. June: Part Two-Sept. 6, 2014

A jazz band plays as we wind between the crowded booths of the Brannon Century Mall’s bi-monthly crafts fair. June, wider than me, forces our way through an ocean of artsy types donning black Buddy Holly glasses and sporting every … Continue reading

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20 Meters Up and a Thousand Miles Away: Saturday Jul. 12th, 2014

I’m miles into the stratosphere, alone, freezing, and about to plummet into the ice cold Atlantic… Ok, maybe it’s not that dramatic, but standing on the 20 meter high dive above Greenville’s only municipal pool as dozens of red, chlorinated … Continue reading

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