Rise of the Storyteller 5: Punchy

A battered little girl. A panda bear. A set of fists. And a skeptical therapist. We have a lot to do in this chapter so let’s get started. One night I said something to my mother and step dad. Something like I didn’t want to go back to visit Char. Something ominous and haunting before… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 5: Punchy

Rise of the Storyteller 4: Matching Blades

I don’t think my second grade teacher, Mrs. Herring, hated children when she started teaching at 20th Street School, but by the time she got to me, I think it was starting to happen. Teaching is a punishing job. You see one kid after the next that you can’t save. Can’t save from bullying, can’t… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 4: Matching Blades

Rise of the Storyteller 3: Brotherhood

I had been hit for no reason. I never saw by who. I was in a crowd, then I felt a swift and sudden punch to the back. Everyone was moving around me. When I turned, I saw so many snarling faces all I could do was keep walking. When we got to the lunch… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 3: Brotherhood

Rise of the Storyteller 2: 20th Street School

Racism is a feature of the human condition that can be studied in many ways. You can see it through the eyes of incarceration. You can see it in the machine of poverty. You can look at racism through the eyes of history, looking at heroes and victims. You can see it in the workplace… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 2: 20th Street School

Rise of the Storyteller 1: Fear and Death

Can’t picture her face. Every day she helped me with my jacket, I can remember that. Every day, when the other kids went to the coat room to put on their jackets, I took mine to my kindergarten teacher and she helped me put it on. I couldn’t work the zipper and she would always… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 1: Fear and Death

The Beginning of My Life

“If you make them leave, all of them, you can do anything you want to me all night.” It’s probably three o’clock in the morning, and this is Trashy’s last effort. Trashy is a girl who knows she’s hot. She’s been convinced by every man who ever touched her, every boy who ever looked at… Continue reading The Beginning of My Life