My particular fascination with corporal punishment was, I must confess, shaped by experiences from every corner of my childhood....
I was born into a world of contrasts—a world where my mother, Dorothy, with her gentle hands and kind...
Before we step into the heart of our sunday adventure, let me introduce the dear family and friends who...
(gap: 2s) Sunday mornings in my childhood were a peculiar mixture of solemnity and farce. The church, with its...
(gap: 2s) In the summer of 1954, our small universe was comprised of two houses on Maple Lane. My...
Allow me to transport you to a serene Sunday morning in the 1960s, and to share with you a...
(gap: 2s) Before I share with you the delightful adventures of our Sunday mornings, let me introduce the dear...
The first time I recall receiving a proper chastisement was in the year 1974. I was a lively child,...
In the Johnson household, the slipper was as much a part of the scenery as the lava lamp glowing...