My Friend George

It was the first day of classes in Grade Four and Mrs. Korb asked John Hazel and me to stand up. She wanted us to be “buddies” with the new kid, George Snider. I turned and looked over to the red-faced kid with the bowl hair cut and big teeth. To be fair, he looked…

Start Again

Sometimes we set a goal for ourselves and we don’t quite make it.  Maybe we don’t come anywhere near reaching it.  Do we give up? If it’s a worthy goal, you carry on.  Or start over. Fall down three times and get up four times.  It’s the getting up and retrying or starting over that…

Sucker-punched by Loss

What is the time frame to get over the loss of someone you love? Is there a point where you say it doesn’t hurt anymore? My brother passed away 27 years ago; he was only 22 years old. I often think of the life he missed out living; so many things he never got to…

Shuggy’s Hot Salty Rocks

I remember the first time I tasted jalapeno peppers. My father and I were making tacos and I had bought some canned jalapenos. The hottest thing I had eaten before this was banana peppers. I opened the can and stared at the murky brine dotted with circles of orange oil. I picked out a pepper…