Tag Archives: Flower Anne

Crucible

Nana and I stepped out under a late night sky. It was just a walk, but I was thrilled beyond belief! I wasn’t ever allowed outside after dark, but Nana was the boss of Mama, and so when she invited … Continue reading

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On the Subject of Snails…

I had one Barbie in my lifetime. I found her in the back garden when I was about four, and although I wasn’t sure why she was so important, I was sure she was; important enough to keep secret. She … Continue reading

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Echoes in a Sea Snail

I was still five when Disney made the world fall in love with The Little Mermaid all over again. Like many girls, I stood inches in front of my TV set, watching a thing called a VHS video-cassette, and singing, … Continue reading

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Uncle Nick’s Ghost

Uncle Nick had a bump on his head. It wasn’t like the lumps a phrenologist reads, or the normal, swollen result of standing up under a low cupboard without realizing. Nothing like that. It was an ugly, purplish cauliflower to … Continue reading

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The Kissing Booth

I can’t really say we got arrested. We were nine years old. Well, Jessi was. You couldn’t handcuff a couple of girls our age anway. The cuffs would just fall off. But we ended up in the back seat of … Continue reading

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Watercolors

I was literally the last girl in my high school allowed to wear makeup. Mama didn’t campaign for my right to self-beautification until I was nearly fifteen. Even that battle was really a diversion. I capitulated when Daddy agreed to … Continue reading

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Fraidy Cat

Memories have a funny way of seeming more important when you realize you’ve forgotten them. It’s kind of silly, because if they were really that important, you probably wouldn’t have forgotten them in the first place. Before I moved to … Continue reading

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In which Jessi and I Catch a Squonk

The only time Jessi ever stayed over at my house, it was for a whole weekend. It was actually the only time I ever had a friend stay the night. Jessi was seven and I was almost. Her parents were out of town; her … Continue reading

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Twinkle, Twinkle…

♪♫ Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky… ♪♫ Annie’s pony tail bobbed up and down as she sang. Face lifted to the heavens, she … Continue reading

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The Blue Lady

Two flights of stairs led down from her Uncle Nick’s apartment in the City to a door at the bottom that opened up onto Jonah Street. Eight-year-old Annie stepped through it and turned to her right down the hill toward … Continue reading

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