Rob did hair when we first got married. We didn’t really make enough money to pay our bills but with the help of family, we were okay. One of the things we did back then was buy supper with Rob’s daily tips. Rob would stop at the store and buy bread, milk, soda, tuna, chopped […]
Author: sharonstories
Shades
My brother once lived in a huge Victorian home. It stood across the street from another towering once grand house. The homes were glorious in their day; fine estates of the well to do. Much of the architectural detail could still be seen on the outsides. The insides were sliced and diced into tiny apartments […]
Street Smarts
When I was sixteen and angry at someone, I got what I think was some great advice on the subject of revenge. It wasn’t from a teacher, mentor, wise great uncle or a good book. It was given to me by one of my brother’s cronies. My brother was brain damaged. His friends were mentally challenged as well. Some […]
Cultural Differences
I once worked with a young Ecuadorian woman. We often ate lunch at a nearby mall. On one occasion we noticed decorations being set up and walked over for a closer look. I was thinking tasteless junk and looked over to say let’s go when I noticed her staring. After a few seconds she said, “I wish […]
Nutmug Book
My mother once said I should write a book about her. She had a title for it. NutMug, a play on words from her nickname, Mug. I’ve called her Magoo (or the shorter version, Mug) for years. My brother gave her the moniker because she drove like Mr. Magoo. She often missed her exit or […]