I remember the music. That catchy little happy sound that indicated the ice cream bike was coming closer. The heat of the summer was promised to melt away if you were lucky enough to have a bit of ice cream money tucked away. He would come around the corner with that ice cream cooler as… Continue reading It wasn’t Dairy Queen that brought us running.
Category: Writing
Anticipation
The Penis Chronicles presents, “Anticipation” It looks like a perfect sunny fall morning. It’s clear by the traffic that the school year has only just begun for the season. It is bumper to bumper on the 2 lane north bound street. The air is crisp and my child is walking down the tree lined sidewalk… Continue reading Anticipation
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Bioluminescence
I can still remember those summer nights of my youth so vividly that I can almost breathe them in when I close my eyes and focus hard enough. There is the smell of wood smoke alive in the air with the soft crackle of the fire and relaxed adult conversation that plays back to me… Continue reading Bioluminescence
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The places they went…
The Penis Chronicles presents, “The places they went…” The children climbed on imagining the places they could go. They didn’t see the rust or the space for one. In their eyes there was a vibrant blanket of colour and enough space for them all to travel together and travel they did! They went under… Continue reading The places they went…
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Summer’s Personality
She blew in on a spring breeze bringing sunshine and warmth to any space she visited. She was a continuous smile and she had an uncanny ability to gift meaning and memories individually; special in her own way to everyone. She was giving but wanted nothing in return. She knew when to retreat and allow… Continue reading Summer’s Personality
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My Universe
The Penis Chronicles presents, "My Universe." To my spring/summer babies:
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Code for summer
The Penis Chronicles presents, “Code for summer” What does summer mean for me in the realm of parenting boys? Beyond the “is it time to go back to school again blues” it means dirty, dirty children! I am not entirely sure how they manage it or if it is their unwritten child code for summer,… Continue reading Code for summer
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Unsupervised Summer
One of the best adventures we had was also the most dangerous. It was summer and everybody’s parents were gone to work, the trailer park was close to empty. Somehow we managed to find ourselves by the creek and we climbed down the ditch and swung into the big metal culvert where the water from… Continue reading Unsupervised Summer
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“Um, Pardon?”and story rules
The Penis Chronicles present “Um, Pardon?” and story rules One of the things that my boys and I enjoy doing together is telling stories. It was something my older boy and I started doing a few years ago based off the pictures in a search and find book (Hungry Daddy Story). It spiraled from there… Continue reading “Um, Pardon?”and story rules
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Rest
The way the mind stores information has always been a passion of mine since I was a child because I learned that my mother’s consciousness never rested. I remember waking to the sound of a startled cry. The dark enveloping me with its cold emptiness. I would peer into the night with frightened eyes and… Continue reading Rest
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 