By WENDY HODGE When last we met, the mood at Carver Elementary was tense. Our two hall monitors, Steve and Andy, were not exactly everybody’s...
Second-Grade Uprising — Part III
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Wendy Hodge Articles
Second-Grade Uprising — PART II
By WENDY HODGE When last we met, it was early December 1974. Mrs. Taylor’s second-grade class was the victim of an unknown vandal. Our teacher...
Second-Grade Uprising – PART I
By WENDY HODGE In the fall of 1974, there was no shortage of major events to fill the evening news — the oil crisis had recently ended, President...
FOLLOW ME
By WENDY HODGE My dad’s bedroom is quiet most of the time. The hum of the hospital bed is the only constant sound, and it’s barely audible. Talking...
Remember Not To Forget
By WENDY HODGE My mother has become a stand-up comedian in her old age. I figure if you’ve lived 90 years you’ve earned the right to crack jokes...
LITTLE BOY LOST
By WENDY HODGE There is a box of treasures in my closet … things that don’t have any real monetary value. But they’re priceless to me. Family...
Listen for the Whistle
By WENDY HODGE This world’s a noisy place. In all things, from advertising blaring at us from the television, radio and Internet to technology which...
THE KING AND I
By WENDY HODGE A package came in the mail today. Thriftbooks has sent me the book that’s been on my wish list for quite a while now. The package is...
WHAT I HEARD
By WENDY HODGE This morning, before I opened my eyes, I heard thunder. I love that sound, especially when I am safe in bed and so comfortable that I...
