very amusing. smiled the whole way through. i think algebra is torture, geometry is alien import designed to drive earthlings over the edge. but that's me. i know a number of people who love math, so much so he worked 20+ years as a mathematician
i love your stories. i read every one, but i draw the line at math. most math i willingly do, is cutting a recipe in half. i contracted my son's math schooling out. the last time i did Algebra was in 1984 at Dunkin' Donuts.
no. not bedtime yet
that could be the most rewarding or the most heartbreaking job. it was bad enough when we did foster parenting. we were considered a "therapeutic foster home"
they have messages for the reader. i was drawn more to the second one. maybe because i can do anything that the poem talks about that it hits me harder/ dance, Gary as long as you can. even in the rain
thank you AC. didn't guide him anywhere, just didn't make him stay, it wasn't noble or brave, it was more like self preservation. it took time to heal. some days the memories are a little closer
like Parker, i like the "committing to his team". great story, nice chapter. i have a question though, was Mr. Galaga named after a video game from the 80's? or is my memories faulty?
i was good JAY, i liked it and wanted more i didn't remember who Scott was, and didn't good reread TJ, but you wrote this piece well enough, that i really didn't to. well done. i'll reread TJ when chapter 6 pops up.