I love being married to my husband. I adore waking up next to him every morning. I actually don’t usually “wake up next to him” because he gets up two hours before I do, but you get the idea. He has a calming and comforting presence that no one else can offer. This morning, however, I was reminded of someone else that shares our bed, of whom I am not so fond. Read more
Ric’s Top Scary Movies — and a few stories
I love scary movies. Always have. Growing up, I’d stay up late, well after my parents went to bed, to watch something scary. When I was little, I’d catch late-night showings of Tales from the Darkside or reruns of The Twilight Zone.
I remember watching A Nightmare on Elm Street with my cousin when it first came out on video. That scene with Johnny Depp, where he’s pulled into the bed, and then the final scene when the mom is pulled through the little window in the door are frightening — or at least they were to a 7-year-old. Of course, such things often led to bad dreams. I remember a particular nightmare I had when I was five or six. I woke up in my bedroom to find every stuffed animal I had glaring at me. Each had razor sharp teeth dripping with saliva, ready to attack. Read more
Hot Topic: Public versus Private
My parents moved me from a Catholic school in South St. Louis to a public school in South St. Louis County just prior to third grade. I was scared.
Not because it was a public school. I was scared — like any kid would be — because it was a new environment.
It was a strange place. Read more