Our teacher had said she thought the Negroes were going too far. I had raised my hand and disagreed. “Too far from what?” I had asked. The full An Eighth Grade Moment by Edna Garte can be found at Memoir Magazine.| Memoir Magazine
My mother used to save her used tea bags in a small glass cup. I don’t think that she ever used one twice. Having grown up during the Great Depression, the thought of throwing the bag away after only one use was probably disturbing to her—much too extravagant. I watched the saved tea bags dry, shrink, curl, turn brown, and stick to the bottom of the cup—a monument to good intentions. The full Tea Bags by David Margolin can be found at Memoir Magazine.| Memoir Magazine
And then there were days when the ditch was full but no one to play with. My cousins weren’t around, and my brother didn’t want anything to do with me, so I put on my swim trunks or cut-offs or whatever lingered clean in my dresser drawer and what I had deemed worthy of ditch... The full Ditch Days by Kase Johnstun can be found at Memoir Magazine.| Memoir Magazine
First Easter It was our first Easter together. I was in a good mood, springtime in Chicago can do that to a person. The Easter displays were up and I decided to do the Easter shopping. I had all the essentials: fake grass, an assortment of candy, an Easter basket, and of course eggs and... The full First and Last Easter by S. Severin can be found at Memoir Magazine.| Memoir Magazine