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As mothers, when it comes to our children we usually focus on a lot of firsts: first tooth, first steps, first words, you get the picture. There’s even merchandise celebrating it: Christmas ornaments saying “Baby’s first Christmas” and things like that. There are too many firsts to count and we try to remember each one by documenting with pictures and loving words scrawled in baby books. At some point...
I am so over the whole Coronavirus thing. I’m tired of masks, worrying about catching or spreading the virus, social distancing, and staring at the same four walls of my bedroom. I’m mostly tired of trying to take care of four children by myself. Cleaning up after children is like raking leaves in a windstorm; nearly impossible. I’m especially insulted that only “essential” workers are working, and apparently, I’m not on...
I walked out of the bank, looking down at the money in my hand, trying to juggle it, my phone and my keys. I crossed the street without looking and heard brakes screeching. Startled, I looked up and saw a black pick up truck fishtailing towards me while its surprised operator was looking at me in horror. I put out my hands (as if I could stop a speeding truck) and actually touched the hood as it stopped not 6” from me. T...
I stood in the frozen food section thinking about the irony of buying frozen food when it was like the frozen tundra outside. The forecast for Michigan was 12-14 inches of snow with high winds. It was supposed to start around noon, but as usual the weatherman was off by several hours and it had started early this morning. I looked at my phone to check the time. Crap! I had to hurry if I was going to make it home in time ...
A woman stood on the sidewalk in front of a burned-out structure on Seventh Avenue. She was plain, nondescript, forgettable. Average height and build, brown hair, dressed conservatively. She was holding the leash of a small, yappy dog. She pulled sharply on the leash. “Spencer!” she said to the dog. “Stop the barking.” The dog looked up at her and tilted his head to the right, looking at her. “Good dogg...
They say you can never go home. I always wondered who “they” are and why they can’t go home. I found out last summer that you CAN go home, but it won’t be the same when you get there. I grew up in a small to mid-size town in Indiana. I was born and raised there and didn’t do too much traveling outside the state other than the short trips my family took every summer when my dad could get off work. I stayed there...
My Treehouse By Sheri McComb I’ve had a rough childhood. When I was two years old my mom left us to go live in a commune in California. My dad never mentions her and I barely remember her. Dad put all of our pictures of her in a drawer and sometimes when he’s at work I sneak into his room to look at them. I’m afraid I’ll forget her completely. She w...
WILL SHE OR WON’T SHE? By Sheri McComb I went through a mental checklist while checking out my reflection in the mirror. Ring-check. Reservations-check. Flowers-check. Nerves-check. Okay, that last one wasn't necessary, but I was feeling pretty anxious. Everything had to be perfect. Stacy and I had been dating for just four months, but I kne...
I work with deaf and hard of hearing kids. My own child is my joy. Writing stories is fun and I hope readers enjoy them.
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