My Loss & Found Box
At age four I was a fearless princess in my puffy orange lifejacket, staunchly astride the bow of my Pappaw’s motorboat (the “Peapicker,” also his nickname for me). Christened during … Continue reading
R.I.P. Dianne
“Guess who died.” A statement, not a question, from Dianne, that I got every week. She was already “on it”— hours, or even minutes, hot off the presses. Then a … Continue reading
This End Up – a poem
You once told me you’d end up in a cardboard refrigerator box under an overpass. “Oh Neil” I laughed. You loved to make me laugh. You tucked me in … Continue reading
What I Learned at Church Camp
In 1964 I spent the most extended stretch of time away from home in all of my eleven years on the planet. I was in pre-teen geeky prime. And a … Continue reading
New York! Just like I Pictured it. Sorta.
Posted here on Mr. Beller’s Neighborhood Stepping outside the slightly threadbare art deco hotel lobby—which I refused to perceive as anything but Busby Berkeley glamorous—I melded into the midtown … Continue reading
Sharon Watts Writes 