The Turd Race:

The brothers and I were standing over a PVC pipe which jutted above the ground, in the pasture just across the road east of my home. The pipe had been broken open, presumably by a horse hoof. Within, it was mostly dry, but there were occasional surges of flow, as toilet water made it’s way out to the distant septic tank.…

Over There:

It was the first day of school for me… ever. I remember the intoxicating admixture of excitement and curiosity. The hallway was long and white, and filled with people, children and adults alike. The doorway to my classroom was at the very end of the hall, which at that point, turned to the left.…

So Much Blood:

The brothers’ father was building a new patio, but hadn’t added the railing yet. We thought nothing of it. It was still summer. Sun tea was brewing at the far corner of the deck, and Mother stood on the ground, leaning against the deck as the two boys ran back and forth in the rough play so typical of them.…

Something is Missing:

As Mother spent more and more time with her new best friend, it follows that I spent more time with her children. The brothers were vivacious as they were incorrigible. Usually when we were together, I was watching their antics, somewhat mystified by the solidarity of their relationship, routinely hyphenated by outbursts of violence.…

Crawl to China:

My new home on the plains of Colorado had proven unappealing. I had made only two friends. B1 and S1 were brothers, near in age, and practically inseparable. Mother was friends with their mother, and we lived together in the same trailer park. One day, while our parent’s visited, I convinced B1 and S1 that California was much more exciting than Colorado, and that my grandmothers were the best one might find.…