he first Monday after Christmas break is the only day of the school year you’ll see every student arrive well before the first bell. Everyone from the bullies to the paralyzed mingle together on the playground, showing off what they got for Christmas. Everything from calculator watches to shiny new spokes on wheelchairs, it’s a time to gloat. [click to continue…]
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rother Duke waved his hands in the air. Like Moses parting the Red Sea, the crowd of 9 years olds divided. The cold January air created a thin layer of ice that covered the basketball court. Duke was attempting to set a new Coupeville Elementary School record for the longest skid in history. If all went well, he’d go down as a legend but one false move and he’d be laughed off the court and the Marti name would be tarnished forever. [click to continue…]
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here am I gonna sleep?” I asked Brother Duke.
“You can crash in the tent.” he said.
“It’s too cold. And I’m a little afraid of what’s out there.” I said.
“True. Last night Fran woke me up because she heard a coyote outside the tent. It was actually the neighbor’s dog nosing through the trash.” Duke said.
I was home for Mother’s Day/Surprise 70th B-Day Bash. The event brought in the entire family. Brothers, sisters, cousins, nephews, nieces, and uncles all crammed into the Tiny Whitehouse. So as 3 a.m. rolled around and I searched for a place to sleep, I realized that my choices were limited. In the living room Brother Grizz and his daughter were snoring on the Hide-a-Bed. Brother Alf was dead asleep and passing gas on the other couch. Uncle Stan and his dog Sophie were in the “work room.” Sister-In-Law Fran and her crying children were in my old room. The only space available that had a carpet was the little nook in the kitchen. [click to continue…]
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