A Horatian Ode
Day One. A glorious beginning. My host thinks I’m a cough associated with her allergies. Continue reading ““Diary of a Flu Bug” by N. R. Tucker”
When I was a six-year-old, my mother told me I would take piano lessons. Continue reading ““Music Lessons” by N. R. Tucker”
It was summer in the late 1960s. I had spent the weekend with my favorite aunt and uncle.
“I’m done. Can I watch TV now?” Sara’s eager eyes looked up at her mother. They had just gotten a color TV, and the Beverly Hillbillies would be on in a few minutes. It was one of the shows she was allowed to watch. Continue reading ““The History of Valentine’s Day” by N. R. Tucker”
I decided to try my hand at a poem in the style of Dr. Seuss. It was fun.