Lessons by Mrs. Crim

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

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