In the seventh grade the division between the “haves” and “have nots” was painfully, if not noticeably, clear. The “haves” being budding boobs in training bras. I was a “have not.” Until school began, I wasn’t aware 11 and 12-year-olds wore bras. Apparently,...Read More
His name was Jeff. He had a narrow nose, puffy purple bags beneath his eyes, full lips, and strong cheekbones which made him appear English. Although he wasn’t handsome in a conventional sense, his sharp wit had everyone laughing so hard our abdomens ached for days, and that...Read More
When I try to remember my first kiss…the first real kiss I ever had with a boy…I come up blank. I can’t even remember who it was. I do remember fantasizing what it would be like. I even made a contraption called the “French Kissing Machine” when I was thirteen or...Read More
They were big kids. Mean teenaged boys. Two of them. One with sandy brown hair, lanky and tall. The other of gargantuan proportions, dark-haired and beady-eyed. And they had weapons of mass destruction: water pistols. We had no idea where these kids had materialized. One day we...Read More
When I was in grade school, if you were to ask me what a bully looked like I would’ve conjured up an image of a kid from the 1950s with a close shaved head, constant sneer, and dungarees rolled at the ankles. I’d picture him as being the largest kid in the classroom, shoving...Read More
K.L. Gore resides in upstate New York with her two children. She is a part-time writing instructor and facilitates a monthly writer’s workshop at her local Barnes and Noble bookstore. Her stage play Something Blue (not to be confused with the novel of the same title) was performed on the theater stage, and she’s written and performed puppet shows for local schools and libraries. She loves to read just about anything. She is now focusing her efforts on YA contemporary novels.
My short story “Hamsters, Vietnam War, and Me” appears in the March/April 2012 issue of Cicada. You can read an excerpt here.