I used my brothers’ new crayons and wrote every letter I knew on our bare wood stairs. My mother screamed when she found it and blamed my older brothers. She did not accuse me because I wasn’t in school yet. My brothers denied involvement, pointed out clues and named their suspect. “Sharon did this.” The “S” was perfect, but the… Continue reading Lessons by Mrs. Crim
Category: Children
My Eclipse
When I was eight my class made pinhole cameras to see the eclipse. My teacher may have explained what an eclipse was, but if she did, I wasn’t paying attention. What caught my attention was her warning, “Do not look at the sun during the eclipse. It could blind you.” But I wanted to become… Continue reading My Eclipse
Moon Dance
It is getting late, but I don’t tell the kids it’s past bedtime. Not tonight. I wish George could be here, but he’s out of town. When I told him about it, he laughed — the laugh that makes him take off his glasses, wipe his eyes, and then bust out laughing again. I wash… Continue reading Moon Dance
Gifts
Let me listen… Help me hear the stories… Make me speak the truth… My cell phone rings in the cabin and I jump to answer. It feels like a dream. Cell phones don’t work here. The ring tone is the waltz; the one I assigned to my parents. The deck of cards icon pops up… Continue reading Gifts
Visited
My son and a friend went to Canada for a week-end workshop to contact aliens. Before he left, Nathan asked me to not tell Grandpa Nesbit. I promised, but he didn’t have to ask. I would never tell my father, but I had my own reasons. Nathan and I agree it is more logical to believe there are… Continue reading Visited
Sharon Nesbit-Davis 