Memoir & Life Stories

Parental Classification

The Penis Chronicles presents “Parental Classification” Is there a point in one’s parenting career where you become easily identified as a parent? What is it that establishes that identification? Age? Clothing? A way of addressing those who we could be a parent too? A face dripping with exhaustion? What is it? It seems that at… Continue reading Parental Classification

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His & Hers: Strikingly Different

  Their hands joined as one. She laid her small delicate fingers overtop of his strong rugged ones. The heat from his skin rose up to warm the coolness that she carried in her own hands and it provided her with comfort. She imaged his sturdy hand enveloping her hand with its capability to encompass… Continue reading His & Hers: Strikingly Different

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Christmas Grandparent Tradition

Dad and I always celebrated the holidays with his parents. Looking back on it I see that there were a few things that I took for granted like that Christmas fruit cake grandparents love so much. Even now, when fruit cake isn’t something that makes it to the Christmas menu in my house I can… Continue reading Christmas Grandparent Tradition

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Slow Motion Terror

The Penis Chronicles presents, “Slow Motion Terror.“ A bike out of control. The training wheels inhibit the fall over maneuver. Instead he careens toward the steep drop. The rider is frantic. Fear is in the air. Closer, closer: no stopping. I’m too far back to have a successful reaction. It’s happening to fast; I’m seeing… Continue reading Slow Motion Terror

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A Lesson in Swinging: Hold On

The swing glided back. The swing zoomed forward, but this time the swing went back without its rider! The rider continued to zoom forward out of the swing’s seat. The rider’s body was flat, flying through the air being led by the feet. Imagine the rider seeing the clouds above flying behind the top of… Continue reading A Lesson in Swinging: Hold On

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Twilight Walkers

My bedroom is shrouded in twilight. The sounds of tiny feet shuffling on the carpet breaches the silence. I pretend to get a few more minutes sleep. The bed rustles and tiny bodies slide against my sides still warm from their sleeps. I sigh inwardly wondering when their internal alarms will stop sounding at six… Continue reading Twilight Walkers