How A 14-Year-Old Remembers / Como Recuerda Un Chico de 14 Años

La versión español está después de la versión inglés.

I’M GRATEFUL TO have had another story published in MUSED, the  BellaOnline Literary Review. Click here for my story that was published last year.

It’s a story about difficult times in my family and how a 14-year-old experienced those times. If you’re interested in reading it, you can find it by clicking here. (I’m sorry it’s only in English.)

THE KID BROTHER FAKING A SMILE IN SARASOTA, FLORIDA, 1968.
EL HERMANITO FINGIENDO UNA SONRISA EN SARASOTA, FLORIDA, 1968.

ESTOY AGRADECIDO DE haber publicado otra historia en MUSED, la BellaOnline Revisión Literaria en línea. Haz clic aquí para ver la primera.

Es una historia de unos momentos difíciles en mi familia y cómo un chico de 14 años experimentó esos momentos. Si te interesas leerlo, haz clic aquí. (Lo siento, solo en inglés)

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

2 thoughts on “How A 14-Year-Old Remembers / Como Recuerda Un Chico de 14 Años”

  1. Oh Mitchell, you did it again, tore my heart out. I see the dignity that you possessed even at 14 still resides in you. I hope you hear Jerry’s voice loud & clear over all the rest. And I imagine that all who know you reinforce your worth and value on a daily basis. You would be a great friend to know.
    I suffered this kind of indignity and more from not one, but two step-fathers. I still hear their voices even as others try to drown them out. It’s hard.

  2. Susan,
    Not one but two stepfathers like that! Jeez! My father was a good man, very popular, respected, responsible. It made it even more difficult to process when I was a kid. And I can’t believe that I STILL hear that voice in my head.

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