My Mother, Susan
I remember the day exquisitely well. The days – no the months and years before it – are wrapped in some soft-focus, cotton-candy memory, but that day snaps into sharp focus with a clarity that is the result of moments of great impact long remembered. For all those years, my mother was my Mom. Then one day she became a woman. More importantly, she suddenly became a sexy woman. An extremely desirable woman. I didn’t – that day at any rate – suddenly become a profligate. It was to
My Neighbor Peg
I was the oldest in a family situation that was unique to families of the WWII era. There were four of us but I was seven years older than my next youngest brother. My three younger brothers were born after the war and I happened earlier before my father left for military service during the war. I was a toddler when he left and a big kid when he returned, we never did connect as father and son. I can’t say that my parents didn’t love me for they always were there to give me a word of encouragement when
Cleo (part 3)
I didn’t see Cleo again for several days. I wished she’d come over, or at least I’d see her, but there was never any sign. In fact, the house next door looked deserted. I thought a lot about Cleo, about what we’d done, about what she looked like. And used my hand a lot too. A couple of times, I started to go up on the porch and ring the doorbell, but chickened out. The week wound down and Saturday arrived again. Mom sent me out on an errand, when