June’s Toothbrush

It sounded like a simple thing when she said it to me. So simple that it makes me wonder why I, or anyone, thought in any other way about it given our situation. It was so simple, I just had to give in even though everything I had been taught was screaming to not let her borrow it. Not even once. June was my first girlfriend out of high school. She had a bubbly spirit I couldn’t get enough of. I just wanted to bask Continue reading →

The Life of Charles Wright

May the Angels lead thee into Paradise; may the Martyrs receive thee at thy coming and take thee to Jerusalem, the holy city. May the choirs of the Angels receive thee, and mayest thou with once poor Lazarus, have rest everlasting. Amen. The Old Country The grass still had dew upon it; the sun hadn’t rose enough to lift it away. Instead, the sun turned the tops green hills of the Polish countryside golden and left the bottoms of the hills dark. The hills and Continue reading →

Charles Wright – Part 2

Overseas I was sitting at home, by the fire listening to the radio when I heard what happened. The Japs attacked one of our military bases on the island of Hawaii. I was sitting in my arm chair, finishing reading the Sunday paper and I didn’t hear the first announcement. Gus did, he leaned over to the radio and turned the dial up. The voice of the man reporting made it clear that this was serious, I almost felt as though he knew someone stationed Continue reading →

Charles Wright

May the Angels lead thee into Paradise; may the Martyrs receive thee at thy coming and take thee to Jerusalem, the holy city. May the choirs of the Angels receive thee, and mayest thou with once poor Lazarus, have rest everlasting. Amen. The grass still had dew upon it, the sun hadn’t rose enough to lift it away. Instead, the sun turned the green hills of the Polish countryside golden on top and dark on the bottom. The hills and the countryside, these are the Continue reading →

Charles Wright

The neighbors talk about the old country in a way that makes me picture everything about it overlaid with a golden screen. It’s always ‘in the old country this’ or ‘in the old country that’ and you would think that these people were crazy for leaving such a beloved land. Not me. No, don’t think that I don’t miss Poland. I do very much. But I look around me here in Chicago and I realize that this truly is the land of opportunity. Do you Continue reading →

Michael’s Jersey

Michael was born first, that’s just how it happened. In the three and a half years before I was born I’m told Michael was treated as a prince. There are shoe boxes full of photos to confirm this. Photo albums are stuffed with Michael’s chubby, smiling face sitting above Mickey Mouse shirts and his bare chest. One photo in particular comes to mind with Michael in a blue and gray sweater and jeans. His hair looks as if it had grown for a month or Continue reading →

Michael

Michael was born in June 1984. He was the first born. Lizzi followed twenty-three months later in 1986. More than three and a half years after Michael, I was born. In the three and a half years before I was born I’m told Michael was treated as a prince. There are shoe boxes full of photos to confirm this. Photo albums and boxes are stuffed with Michael’s chubby, smiling face sitting above Mickey Mouse shirts and his bare chest. One photo in particular comes to Continue reading →

Michael

Michael was born in June 1984. He was the first born. Lizzi followed twenty-three months later in 1986. More than three and a half years after Michael, I was born. In the three and a half years before I was born I’m told Michael was treated as a prince. There are shoe boxes full of photos to confirm this. Photo albums and boxes are stuffed with Michael’s chubby, smiling face sitting above Mickey Mouse shirts and his bare chest. One photo in particular comes to Continue reading →

Michael

Michael was born in June 1984. He was the first born. Lizzi followed twenty-three months later in 1986. More than three and a half years after Michael, I was born. In these three and a half years Michael was treated as a prince, I’m told. The shoe boxes full of photos confirm this. Albums and boxes are littered with Michael’s chubby, smiling face sitting upon Mickey Mouse shirts and his bare chest. One photo in particular comes to mind with Michael in a blue and Continue reading →

Mr. Munroe’s Freshman Experience

Sept 3 Dear journal, Hi, it’s Kevin. I don’t want to write in this by Mr. Munroe is making us write for fifteen minutes in homeroom every day. I don’t know if I like him yet. He keeps talking about us recording the freshman experience. I don’t like it. Why should I be forced to write if I’m not a writer? I think tomorrow I will see if I can get away with drawing instead of writing, he said he isn’t going to read what Continue reading →