Crow Memoir
From my humorous puberty years to my pimple-faced teens
I live in Long Beach, CA, and have been many years removed from my childhood, but I still feel connected to my Philadelphia roots. It’s like a body part that I’ll never lose. Philadelphia is the indelible ink that you can’t erase.
I ask myself, why is my past so sacred that I must write about it and purge the memories of childhood and teenage years? I have no answers yet, except they were the most exciting years of my life.
The following are memoirs in the form of poems, humor, fiction, and non-fiction.
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Links to some of my memoir poems:
A youthful flashback on a morning walk in The Sunlight of My Innocence.
A childhood moment with my father in Moon Over Pagoda.
Weekend fun in Saturday at the Toy Store.
My baseball dream in Blue Sky Over Chavez Ravine.
Ode to Aunt Marion in Seashore Dreams.
Two flash memoir stories:
Wanting to go to California in Hal the Hippie.
Someone’s at the door who shouldn’t be in The Intruder.
Crow memoir humor:
I like Grandma, but Juicy Grandma Kisses.
Baseball versus religion in Save Me from My Bar Mitzvah.
More memoir:
Letting a parent go in My Mother’s Last Request.
A thank you to The High School English teacher Who Introduced Me to Shakespeare.
See you in Cali, My Neighbor, Garvey
My memoir fiction story collection:
Here are the Crow’s picture sites:
Mark Tulin at Unsplash.com
Mark Tulin at Pexels.com
Complement of the Week:
Fellow Medium writer John Hansen wrote this comment after reading my memoir story, The Reluctant Cub Scout: “This was great, Mark. My parents tried to get me to join the scouts, but I made it clear I wasn't interested, and they didn't push it. An accordion, really? This was a fun read. Thanks for sharing..”
Crow memoir picture of the week:
To find my books, which are now six, you can either go to my website or Amazon.com:
www.crowonthewire.com—Books by Mark Tulin
Childhood memories are indeed the best. They predate responsibility and worry. They take you back to the days of carefree abandon and joy, where your only job was to play.