Tag: summer

  • 100 degrees can be fun

    My niece Mia decided to be the entrepreneur of the day at our yard sale this past weekend with her lemonade stand. She set up shop at the top of the driveway and she greeted every customer with a smile. She was savvy enough to offer the lemonade, wait for the confirmation, and then inform them it…

  • On summer memories and kitten costumes and best friends

    We met in the summer of 1998, and we didn’t know yet that it would later be referred to as “THE summer.” You know, the one that tops all others. Erin invited me to be her roommate at the sorority house of which I would later become a member, and Colleen had been invited by…

  • The time I was a security guard

    A memory No, really. I’m not kidding. It was the summer of 1998, and the boys at the fraternity house down the street were working for a security company that needed hands for their upcoming Stevie Nix concert. Looking back, it’s hilarious that the boys decided to call the sorority house for “backup security” but…

  • Strip-poker summer

    In honor of Nanowrimo, (or perhaps to keep myself from cheating and using old material) I am publishing some short stories I wrote in college. Let me repeat: I wrote in college. Apologies in advance. I still remember the first time I ever pondered the concept of a one night stand.  April called to tell…

  • Strip-poker summer

    In honor of Nanowrimo, (or perhaps to keep myself from cheating and using old material) I am publishing some short stories I wrote in college. Let me repeat: I wrote in college. Apologies in advance. I still remember the first time I ever pondered the concept of a one night stand.  April called to tell…

  • Unfinished rum is not trash

    A memory It’s 1998 and Erin has asked me to move into the sorority house with her for the summer. My first summer away from home! I borrow my parents’ Previa van and load up my belongings from my dorm room, then swing over to Erin’s dorm and we load up her belongings. One of…

  • Unfinished rum is not trash

    A memory It’s 1998 and Erin has asked me to move into the sorority house with her for the summer. My first summer away from home! I borrow my parents’ Previa van and load up my belongings from my dorm room, then swing over to Erin’s dorm and we load up her belongings. One of…