Growing Up

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  I grew up in a broken family without much money in a small town. I was also plagued by bad haircuts.

  Categories: Growing Up

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  2009 was the first year I learned to calm myself without substances. The first year my feet made noise on the same concrete streets my great-great-great grandparents believed were paved in gold.

  Categories: Self, Growing Up

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  There is a great joy in that relationship between the very young and very old, that we middle-life-dwellers have either forgotten or do not yet know.

  Categories: Growing Up

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  I had not been taught how to tell someone to go to hell, so instead I did the only thing a sixth grade catholic school girl could do. I tattled.

  Categories: Growing Up, School

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  When I was younger I used to watch my parents unwrap historical biographies and tubes full of socks and think, 'When I get old enough to become excited by socks, please kill me, Santa.'

  Categories: Christmas, Growing Up, Getting Older

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  David had to have one but we were taught to not ask for anything, not even for our birthdays or Christmas so he couldn’t ask for one.

  Categories: Growing Up, Christmas

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  I grew up in a trailer, and because my father believed that “it’s harder to hit a moving target”, we moved. Often.

  Categories: Growing Up

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  I am left wanting to tear this child from limb to limb. Oh, you may tell me that the bully has a rotten home life, that he's deeply insecure. You may tell me these things, but I will not be moved.

  Categories: Parenting, Bullies, Growing Up

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  I’m convinced that the music you discover between ages -- oh, let’s call it 12 to 22 -- gets into your soul and becomes part of you in a more intense way than anything else ever will again.

  Categories: Music, Growing Up

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  I was in my early twenties when I asked a long lost friend, “How did you know you were grown up?” He replied, “I started making good decisions.”

  Categories: Growing Up

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  I was a bookish and insolent child, a winning combination. I preferred interacting with adults because I found them more accepting. I didn’t generally like other children, whether they were male or female, and they couldn’t often tolerate me.

  Categories: Growing Up, Gettting Older, Parenting

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  Stuck inside his head, unable to look people in the eyes while speaking, trying to make friends at school but ending up a spectacle.

  Categories: Brother, Sister, Autism, Love, Growing Up

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