My shadow broke my toys. First day of kindergarten, about to walk out the door and get on the school bus, wearing buster brown shoes, I scowled at my sister as I gave my mother very explicit instructions, “Don’t let her touch my toys while I am at school!” Mom said, “Okay, I’ll put them […]
Author: tammysuewilley
No More Broken Plates
One day when I was dusting the dining room of our 1879 home, a funny thought hit my heart. “Dad never stepped foot in any place I lived as an adult.” That meant he never ate in my house. I never got to think of a meal to prepare for his arrival. I never got […]
Taken Away
All four kids started to cry when the nice lady stopped her car in front of the big brick building. “Where are we?” cried Jacqueline. Her four-year-old sister Julia and brother Gene chimed, “This isn’t what the ice cream parlor looks like. Where’s the drug store?” Their little brother Johnny, two and one-half, was too […]
A Dozen Eggs
My Father’s love hurt me more than it hurt him. I don’t know what he was thinking. Well, actually, he often said, “My job is to toughen you up because life is tough out there!” I was convinced the song, A Boy Named Sue, was written for me. At least it felt that way. I’m […]
The Uninvited Thief
The thief comes to steal … he sneaks into our back yard, steps onto our back porch and breaks the window pane in our door, walks through our home as if he owns the place. Self-serving, he had the gall to walk up the stairs to our bedroom which means he had to walk through […]