(gap: 2s) This is a story about a rather difficult time in my childhood, a period that seemed as...
(gap: 2s) When I was a boy, growing up in the deep South during the 1960s, life...
(gap: 2s) My younger days were rather like a patchwork quilt, assembled from a multitude of places and faces....
(gap: 2s) There was a delightful sort of magic to those long, golden afternoons in the Thompson family’s parlour,...
(gap: 2s) My mother, whose gentle hands and cheerful laughter filled our home with happiness, was taken from us...
(gap: 2s) It is a curious thing to have a twin, and I have often reflected that my brother...
(gap: 2s) The summer of 1947 was a most extraordinary one, the sort of English summer that glimmers in...
I grew up in the 2000s, and by that time I don’t think spanking was really that popular...
(gap: 2s) In the Johnson household, the slipper was as much a part of the scenery as the lava...
(gap: 2s) In our household, discipline was as much a part of the furniture as the old sideboard that...