The Pants Protest By: Robin J Engel When I was in 6th grade, I had Mrs. Sherwin: the meanest, loudest teacher in the school. She wore fishnet stockings over her regular stockings, she was the stereotypical, old-fashioned school marm – stoic and stern. Back in those days there were blackboards and we used chalk. There…
The winter of 1976: Gramma’s Transition and a Sense of God Oddly enough, everything seems like a distant memory, even though they’re my own memories. Perhaps, I needed the distance from them, so they wouldn’t have the emotional charge they had when I was closer to them. Although, I’ve heard that memories and emotions stay…
How do you know what you’re going to be when you grow up? Children have so many dreams. I always tell my students to have plan B when they tell me they are going to be the next Michael Jordan. I hope I’m not squashing their dreams, but I like to pepper a little realism…
I’m back. I’ve decided that I’m going to share some of my memoir with you, Dear Readers. Everyone has stories to tell, so it is time that I shared some of my own. These vignettes are based on a series of questions created by Deborah S. Hansen, Founder of Cameo Life Stories. At times, I…
By: Robin J. Engel “Attention, Ladies and Gentlemen. Is there anyone on this plane that would like to take a later flight in return for a $500 voucher? It seems that we have overbooked.” Sometime, one person’s mistake is another person’s good fortune. The year was 2013. I’d left my job and decided to travel…
As is often the case with busy people, their schedules were filled to the brim. Barb and Braxton had no time to see each other for 2 weeks, and ordinarily, the whole thing might have fizzled out by the time they could meet again, but neither of them wanted that to happen, so they communicated…
Amelia took a few moments to get comfortable before she jumped into the 7th dimension. Amelia was always a bit edgy before she went, but she loved it. She likened it to that feeling one gets right before doing anything exhilarating, like jumping out of the chairlift onto a black diamond ski slope or flying…
“Dr. Agostino,” the trans in the suit queried, “how can you justify the amount of currency you are requesting for this project? It’s quite exorbitant!” (Paper money was almost obsolete in 2043. The currency had morphed into something akin to bitcoin and all exchanged electronically. Naturally, as always occurs in any society, there was a…
Note to Readers: I will be posting about 4 chapters, rolling them out weekly. That is all I have right now. I’m requesting that readers send me ideas about where to take the story. I will take some of your ideas, giving you credit, of course, and write the story accordingly. I’ll let you know…
In progress. I started this several years ago, and I think it is even more relevant now. I will be rolling this out in chapters each week, alongside other stories, essays and personal narratives. Please send me feedback if you get the chance. Thank you so much. Sincerely, Robin Braxton walked outside. He rarely went…