Peeing My Pants In Coach Tate’s Class

Peeing My Pants In Coach Tate’s Class

Oh but you see, I didn’t!!! I swear.  I was falsely accused, and I’ve been serving this sentence—doing time—for years.  I’ve never peed my pants.  (Post partum jump roping just does not count.) There I sat in Coach Tate’s class.  The class was mainly sophomores with a few juniors who dreaded the very sight of [...]

The Patsy Cline Training Bra

The Patsy Cline Training Bra

My dad nicknamed me “Rosebud!”, and it took me years to learn that that was no term of endearment.  Ah, the growing pains of being a girl…even when nothing is growing. When my mother first told me about the training bra, I was five and thought the idea of it was fun—like a new purse [...]

Did your imaginary friend ever try to kiss you?

Did your imaginary friend ever try to kiss you?

I often found myself rummaging in my grandpa’s barn for tools I could tinker with.  I loved taking the wheels off my bicycle just to put them back on again.  It just felt productive and bad-A.  My grandpa, whom I have always referred to as Ampaw, limited me to the third drawer of his toolbox, [...]

My Fighting Days

My Fighting Days

When I was ten my dad put me in the ring with a neighborhood boy, James.  He was my age but stood a few pencil marks above me.  He couldn’t resist calling me names and pinching that sensitive spot under my arm .  I think the teasing is what drove my dad to force us [...]