Continuation from Memorial Part 1 My teacher taught me transcendentalism in high school, and I realized the hypocrisy of it all that night in the desert with the Pueblos, and Scott and Larry did too. Our professors talked about questioning authority and the value of our intuition, and then they [...]
Memorial By Keith Wilcox The music resonated peacefully between us. It was slow and finger-picked and contemporary. The words were Spanish and the man was singing about a love he was, at one point, afraid he would scare away. A native speaker would probably not find it mysterious. It was the [...]
The Fairy By Keith Wilcox On this night Sam had the bottom bunk. Humid, days made sleeping uncomfortable, and Sam was getting sweaty under the blanket. To entirely remove the blanket would make him cold. He compromised and wore the blanket as a skirt. “Hey, Jake!” he whispered at the top bunk. “You [...]
We have a crosswalk down the street from us that takes too long. The boys and I always wait for the signal. Waiting By Keith Wilcox Nick stood at the cross walk staring at the traffic light; his mother warned him to never cross the street without a signal. This light, [...]
This story is based on what my older son, Neil, told me about why he doesn’t like going into lap lanes. The Swimmer By Keith Wilcox “Dang, that’s deep,” Joe muttered to himself. It wasn’t his turn yet. He wished it was. Chris jumped into the pool. “Swim!” yelled Nancy. She said [...]
My boys and I thought of this story this morning. Bill’s Haunted Bike By Keith, Neil and Alan Wilcox Bill had been wanting a bicycle for a long time. His family didn’t have much money though and so couldn’t afford one for him. Bill’s father told him to wait [...]
It’s a good idea to help kids develop their imaginations by making up stories. Teach them how to construct a story that makes sense, has humorous elements, and that has a lesson. It’ll stretch their brains and be a fun lesson. This story is one that my younger son, Alan, and I worked on together. [...]
