Some of the girls called her Coldy behind her back… Colby’s Note Chapter 5 of Sex in the 7th Grade Colby and Freddie went to all the junior high dances that winter. Like most of the other eighth grade girls, they didn’t have boyfriends. So they danced with nobody and…

Chapter 4: Cecil’s Dream Cecil Dunn feigned interest in every agenda item and remained sufficiently alert Cecil’s Dream Chapter 4 of Sex in the 7th Grade The Mountainview school board required all administrators to attend every meeting regardless of whether there were any agenda items pertaining to their respective schools…

A man who never went to war I spent Labor Day weekend at Camp with my oldest son and his two boys — my two grandboys — the older just turning twelve years of age. I hadn’t yet gotten him a gift. In the past, on some special occasion for…

I’ve got a boy in the seventh grade and it’s my duty as a taxpayer. Mr. Freedley’s Visit Chapter 3 of Sex in the 7th Grade It was early December and already Cecil was a week late getting next year’s budget to the superintendent. He was at school by six…

Smacking her gum, tapping her feet, and smirking at parents …

You want to keep running and hiding? Is that what you want? Author’s Warning: I do not condone the derogatory use of words such as “fag” or “faggot” in No Hind Legs. …

Introduction and Table of Contents Sex in the 7th Grade is a series of fictionalized stories exploring the world of youth and adults in a traditional junior high school located in a community of 10,000 people in northern New Hampshire in the mid-1970s. Although fictionalized, these stories are derived from…

Photo: Jesse Hawkes I dreamed seemingly out of a clear blue sky that there was something terrible going to be happening at 16th Street… and I saw a lot of blood. And I mentioned this at the breakfast table. It was on a Saturday morning, and I said [to the…

A Man Who Never Went to War — Now you have touched the women You have struck a rock You have dislodged a boulder You will be crushed! - South African Women’s Protest Song, 1956 I am bored in US History class, endless reams of facts, dry and suffocating. I sit behind Nita, thinking of her instead. I…