Childhood Days

You Ate Chicken Feed Every Halloween and Never Knew It: Candy Corn Memories

Picture the bowl. You know the one — sitting on the porch rail or just inside the front door every

Pick one up. Right now, wherever you are — go find yours. It is probably in a drawer somewhere, or

Close your eyes for a second. It is after dinner, the house is dark, and the only light in the

Close your eyes and hear it. That dry, rattling shake, like sand in a tin, followed by a silence that

Close your eyes and listen. Click. A canyon opens up in front of you, red rock stretching so far it

TV Dinner Memories: The Night the Foil Came Off You could hear the hiss before you ever saw the tray.

world book encyclopedia memories never start with a book. They start with a knock — three short raps on the

The floors knew my name before I ever spoke it. Every Saturday morning, my mother and I would push through

Close your eyes for a second. Go on, I’ll wait. Now tell me you can’t smell it: that warm, steamy

You knew before your eyes were even open. There was a hush in the house that didn’t belong to a