Can’t Wait

By Jane Thornton –

Mrs. Sneed was not to be interrupted during reading group. For any reason. So, when that first twinge hit my seven-year-old body, I knew I’d have to wait. I cocked an ear to her progress. They were just getting started. Read more

Goodbye Bunny Sweater

By Jane Thornton –

Easter Sunday – the day I finally get to stop wearing brown and dark green and bring out the pastels. I know I age myself by following that custom; my daughter has been wearing flip-flops for weeks. This year, though, I rummaged through the closet with a more undefined goal than usual.

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A Little Cheese with that Whine?

By Jane Thornton –

“I don’t want to do it that way.”

“I’m sooo tired; I just can’t.”

“Why do we have to do this?!”

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The Good Old Days I Never Had

By Jane Thornton

A certain tone invades the voice and laughter of those talking about something naughty. I can hear that particular timbre from across a crowded classroom or through a closed bedroom door. Although a tone cannot be written up in a discipline referral at school, nor does it usually support punishment at home, that lower pitch sets off internal alarms which prompt closer monitoring.

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The Possibility of Love

By Jane Thornton

“Papa, tell me a story about the wild, wild, west!”

“I’ll tell you a story about the wild, wild, west where I met the girl I loved the best, and her name was Mimi Hot Shot.”

Thus began many a tale told by my grandfather to my big brother. I often listened in, but I don’t remember any of the adventures, dangers, or shootouts. Girly girl that I am, that introduction sticks out for me. Papa loved Mimi. Their love story lingers as a family legend.

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