June 7, 1962
This is my own secret diary and it belongs to me and no one can read it or I won’t love them anymore.
Dear Diary,
I am mad at my Mom, but I can’t tell anyone cause they get mad at me. When I talk to my Dad he just shakes his head and [...]
Archive for the ‘Dad’ Category
8 Feb
My Diary’s Ending
28 Nov
The Dairy Deal
“Smulling, will you walk to the Dairy and get me a gallon of milk?” Grandma yelled down to the basement. Then she yelled again. Grandpa hid out in the basement when he wasn’t listening to a baseball game. “Smulling? I need it for the gravy and I thought I might make some [...]
30 Oct
Mountain Dew
Grandpa and I survey the freshly weeded garden as sudden splashes of rain smack our bare arms. “Bo, grab that basket of rhubarb and dash them into the kitchen. I’ll finish up out here.” He scoops the garden tools from the ground and tosses them into the wheelbarrow as I run across the backyard, balancing [...]
1 Oct
Bo’s Introductions
I’m Manda and I write stories about my wacky family. Sometimes they are stories I read to my whole family after dinner. Sometimes, they’re secret stories and I lock them in my diary and hide them in a shoe box under my bed.
So here’s my family. There are four generations and we live in [...]
