The Bucket By Keith Wilcox I have an empty bucket. My mom told me to help clean the kitchen floor. I’m supposed to take this bucket and fill it with water and soap. I’m walking outside towards the spigot, and I’m thinking that water is not what I’d like to fill [...]
The Fight By Keith Wilcox It was recess at Edgewood Middle School and most of the boys were either playing basketball, waiting to play basketball, or sitting on the grass watching basketball. September was the month that basketball was popular. In August it was soccer. Max was one of the boys playing the [...]
The Bus by Keith Wilcox Mark didn’t like school, but he did like the school bus. He liked the bus most when it was taking him home rather than to school. His stop was one of the last ones on the route, and he loved watching kids get off ,and having time to [...]
Jeans By Keith Wilcox The mall was organized chaos. There were no signs saying walk on the right, but people, for the most part, walked on the right. Every so often there would be a guy, usually a guy, who bucked the trend and walked against the flow. The flow was ambivalent; it treated the [...]
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 [...]
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. [...]
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