When I was a kid, summers were for having fun outside. They were all about riding our bikes, swimming (if we had the chance), playing in the hydrant (more often than swimming), YMCA camps, and staying away from bologna as much as possible. It was the time of year when, even though we had responsibilities, they weren’t as immediate or as detrimental to our precious time as at other times of the year.
That’s because summers were truly endless. It was like someone flipped the switch, the room became bright, and the bulb didn’t burn out until three months down the line. It didn’t matter that we still had church every week because nothing else was really set in stone. Because summers were for us kids. My mom still went to work every day, and she left us a chores list, but we would blast those out of the water and move on to the more fun stuff.
It’s funny. Even though we lived in the poorer part of town (sorry, North Philly) and there was a lot of… activity around, it was like we were in our own protective bubble, being kids. Continue reading “Endless Summer”
Dear Journal, The summer was mild until I took the air conditioner out of the window. Coincidence? I think not. Maybe there’s something to the old adage that when you least expect it something happens. It’s happened way too often for it to be anything more than a direct correlation, at least to me. I … Continue reading Dear Journal: These Mild Summers
So I’m teaching summer school again — in Rome, NY — and the more things change the more they stay the same. Last year they cut way back on both staffing and on programming, but this year things are back to some sense of semi-normalcy. Instead of having just 2 teachers and 2 subjects for … Continue reading Summer in Rome
Summertime means beads of sweat glistening on my forehead before sliding down into my eyes, so I wipe them away and I think of winter, the cold, the snow, and the ice. Summertime means driving down back roads to get places I never knew I wanted to be, while the radio plays Kenny Chesney but … Continue reading A Dozen Lazy Summers
“Sittin’ with your friends as y’all reminisce about the days growing up and the first person ya kissed. And as I think back makes me wonder how the smell from a grill can spark up nostalgia.” ~Will Smith Saturdays in May in the ghetto. Philadelphia loud and heavy with mood. The base booming from a … Continue reading Block Party
“What is your favorite way to spend a lazy day?” When I think of lazy days I think of summers when I was in elementary school, when we would sit on the couch all day long and watch re-runs of Gilligan’s Island, I Dream of Jeannie, and various other shows that were more repetitive than … Continue reading 300 Writing Prompts: #1