Category Archives: Childhood

When you’re in the fourth grade even the kids in the seventh grade are old.  Students in the high school are old enough to be full-on adults.  But it is safe to say that Miss Gladys Caulkins, my fourth grade … Continue reading →

1. No School. As oft mentioned in these pages, I hated all forms of school (except gym).  It began with Grade Four, and my dislike continued unabated.  It could have rained every day in July; but no school?  There was … Continue reading →

I pressed my nose and hands to the glass, unconcerned by the finger prints and nose shmears left behind.  Yes.  It was good to be a kid on Alston Avenue in the Winston household where a smudge here or there … Continue reading →

There are those days, those times, when we need a private space. Some place that provides us with a sense of security. The place could be mental or physical. Even for a young prince of the household… which I certainly … Continue reading →