The part of spanking stories that appeals to me the most is the embarrassment. I’m not sure why, but...
I remember the day I was invited to Debbie’s birthday party as if it were yesterday. Debbie was the...
One day, when I was playing at my friend Amanda’s house, we heard agitated yelling from her next-door neighbour’s...
(gap: 2s) Growing up in the wide, wind-swept plains of Wyoming in the 1960s, my big brother and I...
The only place I ever went for sleepovers as a child was to my best friend Hannah’s house, where...
The year was the late 1940s, a time when the world was still piecing itself back together after the...
When I was in the third grade, back in the sun-washed days of the 1960s, my world revolved around...
My mother was definitely a believer in smacking naughty children. I was by no means the most unruly child...
I was born in a bustling Spanish town, the kind where the scent of fresh bread and the sound...
My mother was a sixth grade teacher from the time she graduated in the 1960s until she retired five...
The sun was high and golden, casting a warm, honeyed glow over the grassy fields as we unpacked our...
The summer of my childhood seemed endless, golden, and mischievous—a time when the days stretched out like warm taffy...