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Home Depot (First published in Our Hometown Magazine Vol1 I2)

Hamilton is one of those towns that has always had a gathering spot. Somewhere the locals go to catch up. One hundred years ago, that gathering spot was the local train depot. The building, which still stands to this day, houses several different businesses, but the one at the front is called The Depot Laundry and Dry Cleaning. Prior to this, the depot housed a resale shop and various other businesses before that. The Hamilton Railroad, first laid in 1907 and taken up in 1941, saw many things during its short life. It might not be the most important or influential piece of Hamilton history, but it certainly is one of the most interesting things that is now all but forgotten. Few current citizens have had the pleasure of having seen one of the trains during the line’s short run and a few more have heard the stories. Anyone with a passing familiarity of the town has seen the old depot which still stands over 100 years after it was built in 1911, although it has been altered from what i...
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If I were a boy (First published in an anthology put together by Tarleton State University)

Flowers in the night sky, blooming flowers: red, blue, yellow, orange, green. Popping that could be gunfire, but I’m not scared. I watch the whistling, popping flowers bloom. The cold doesn’t bite as bad as the mosquitoes, but neither bug me. My eyes drink in the beauty, as my dad drones on about danger and fire. I don’t care; I tune him out. My body urges me to leave, I had too much water. My brother dances too, but dad says: “Go in the bushes.” “Can I go in the bushes?” I plead. But I’m a girl. I have to go inside. I have to miss the blooming, popping flowers, because I’m not a boy. At a sermon, Dad reads, straight from the KJV “One in a thousand men, I found… But in ten thousand, not one woman.” It wouldn’t be so hard to be good, If I were a boy. I want to paint, but painting is man’s work I’m told. “You can do anything you want, as long as it’s feminine,” they say. “Can I grow up to be president?” Mom says a woman can’t be pre...
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