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Hygge - Bus Style

We had a pot-belly stove in the living room, its chimney reaching up through a cutout in the roof of the bus, secured by copper sheet metal in the shape of a star against the ceiling. 1,049 more words


School at Home

The fact that we were living in a school bus while homeschooling was a source of amusement for us, as though we stepped onto the bus one day to head off to school and forgot to get off, like, ever. 1,140 more words


Candy Day

A little context to start: My parents were pretty health conscious when I was growing up. Most of the time we were vegetarians, and then every so often my parents would worry that we weren’t getting enough iron and protein and we would have chicken liver, breaded and fried, and the smell would seep out of the bus and warn us wherever we were playing outside that dinner would not be good tonight. 1,003 more words


The Black Widow

A recurring theme of my youth has to do with spiders – black widows in particular. I had grown up on Charlotte’s Web, but real spiders were less friendly and not so sesquipedalian by nature. 1,099 more words


On the Bus

We’d pulled over so my dad could stretch his legs after hours of driving, but before he had fully stepped onto the gravel lot of the gas station, he was staring down the barrel of a shotgun. 1,088 more words


.2 ugly bore

I wonder,
wonder why such ugly people have to be so loud.
It takes an elegant man to pipe down.
Vulgar lives and vulgar wives leads to biting laughter and bellowing voice. 43 more words


Three Generations to D.C.

On Joan Ringer’s first trip to Washington, D.C., as a teenager, she rode there on an Anderson bus driven by O.D. Anderson himself.

Decades later, 1,200 more words