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Requital for the bully
By Don Robbins · 2 years ago
People might say I was mean in my handling of a classroom bully. It probably was mean. All these years later, I still do not have one ounce of guilt. Julie Benz was a bully, ...
Lainy Flowers
By Don Robbins · 2 years ago
Lainy Flowers
In the fall of 1969, I was fourteen and had spent over a year in the lock-up due to me running away from home and refusing to go back. My social worker got ...
An inconvenient child
By Don Robbins · 2 years ago
As a little boy, I lived in the small football town of Massillon, Ohio, with two wonderful people who were not my parents. Mrs. Rodgers was my aunt, and Jimmy was her husband. I lived ...
The empty house on Fernwood Street
By Don Robbins · 2 years ago
It was a cool sunny day and Doc bounced down the steps from the house in which he lived. He was going over to see his cousins who lived on Fernwood Street. It was about ...
The quiet room
By Don Robbins · 2 years ago
Doc was an adventurous kid. He was mischievous and he liked the girls. The staff at the children’s home where he was a resident did not care for his midnight creeps over to the building ...
The lady from Amsterdam
By Don Robbins · 2 years ago
When the phone rang, Doc was watching football on the television. He almost let it ring as was his habit. He was pleasantly surprised to hear Eline’s voice when he answered. He and Eline had ...