Tag: childhood

Hand Holding

“Take my hand,” I said, louder than I thought I had, until I saw all the people looking. I reached up for her hand, “Hold my hand, please.” I kept my tone in check, maybe. She looked down at me, smiling, bright blue eyes… Continue Reading “Hand Holding”

Poor Waldo

We all know him. We love him with all our heart as children. But until recently, there’s a truth I had missed, for it was hidden like he has been all those years in my youth. Waldo is crippled. I noticed the cane for… Continue Reading “Poor Waldo”