Bite Your Lips

I attended an all-girls high school and many of my teenage memories are set there. It is also the place where, aside from my mother’s tutelage, I learned to be a young lady. One of my teachers, she was a large but demure woman, tall but stately and with the graciousness of a queen, and…

Hometown Christmas

Hometown Christmas Painted small town, the old man in the hardware store knows my daddy’s name so he asks, same color like last year, but the heavy tin can, blue and white stripes, Berger 303, already on the counter. Whitewashed trees, same color as the bare verandah, Fresh coats cover tiny handprints, Memories made, children…