Colors of My Memories

A short story by Jayson Woodward.

Colors of MyMemories

My mother’s cardinal rule was, “Don’t ask me if you can do something (go to a movie, spend the night with a friend, ask a friend to dinner) in front of the person you are asking about.” She explained, “It puts me ‘on the spot.’ I may feel inclined to say “no” to you, but then feel compelled to say “yes” if the other person is standing right there.” I followed the rules, usually. … read more

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