What If…?

Boyhood summer vacations spelled pleasures, beginning with summer church camp in June. One whole week of rowdy camp songs, instant friendships and relaxed boundaries—formula for the unexpected. In 1962 nearing my fourteenth birthday, summer camp meant Jimmy Burling from Britt, Iowa. Eyeing one another on day one, we were inseparable before evening mess hall. HowContinue reading “What If…?”

Outhouse Terrors

An outhouse, thirty feet from the front door of Grandpa Glasenerʻs cabin at Bark Point. For a seven-year-old with an overactive imagination, 300 yards into the big bad forest. Our summer vacation home on the southern shore of Lake Superior had running water but no indoor plumbing. In the daytime, no problem. Well, fewer problems.Continue reading “Outhouse Terrors”

Write about Being Really Angry

Assignment from Writing the Hawaiʻi Memoir by Darien Gee. Stomping up the backstairs to our sprawling lanai, I plump into a chair at the breakfast table. I sit, staring ahead at nothing. I do not pull my chair up close– an act of defiance. B-n-b guests (two couples) are chattering with light-hearted laughter– which suddenlyContinue reading “Write about Being Really Angry”