Camille GibsonCordThis story begins with me sitting in a tree. I was resting on a springy branch, peering down at a finch’s nest. Silently observing the…Jan 29, 2021Jan 29, 2021
Camille GibsonTerrible TiffanyThe door to the girls’ locker room was a black, towering thing. It glared angrily at anyone who dared to look at it — and to those with…Jan 24, 2021Jan 24, 2021
Camille GibsonMy Favorite Baby SitterMy favorite babysitter had a mysterious, clicking knee. I can recall countless times, hiding in the hallway in an effort to study his gait…Jan 24, 2021Jan 24, 2021
Camille GibsonCaleb With Copper HairSometimes I wonder if I remember this particular person more for the lessons he taught me or for the color of his hair. I find my mind…Jan 18, 2021Jan 18, 2021
Camille GibsonThe Bad Kid.To a four year old, everything seems to last forever, and to my recollection, I went to that daycare for many years. In reality, I was…Jan 17, 2021Jan 17, 2021
Camille GibsonMrs. Smith Was A Teacher Of Mine.They might as well have been written in ancient Greek — those abominable blocks of ink on the page made no sense to me. I knew letters by…Jan 17, 2021Jan 17, 2021
