Tag: short story

  • A Day in the Life…

    Mid-October, 1984 — Eighth Grade There was something particularly agreeable about October in 1984. Summer had finally loosened its suffocating grip on the Imperial Valley, mornings were becoming tolerable, and the prospect of walking to school no longer carried the very real possibility of spontaneously combusting somewhere along the sidewalk. By mid-October, the air had…

  • Big Willy

    Memory has a way of stretching summers, of making small yards feel like stadiums and ordinary bats feel like legend. Football is over, and spring baseball is here. Reliving last year’s fall classic through highlights is in the air. Talk of the big bats has cracked open the can of nostalgia, reminding me of one…