Sasee Magazine

As a child growing up in Texas, the month of August always conjures up memories of record breaking heat, droughts, and water use restrictions. Of course, the only effect water conservation had on us kids was whether we played in the water sprinklers on the odd or even side of the street. And when droughts [...]

Summer is here which means it’s that time of year again – time to suck in that tummy for unnatural periods of time as you venture out in public in your swimsuit. It makes my back ache just thinking about it. Beach vacations are one thing, but it’s the dreaded pool-party invitation I hate – [...]

“That’s Kim, all right. She’s got plenty of book sense, but she doesn’t have a lick of common sense.” “Where’s Kim? She’s probably got her nose stuck in a book!” These and other similar comments are a strong thread in the fabric of my childhood memories. My father dropped out of school in fifth grade, [...]

Inspiration often enters our lives from places we never expect. As a creative writing teacher at Forestbrook Middle School, it is my job to inspire young people everyday. I find joy in stirring young minds and feel blessed to get paid for it! Each student who enters my classroom touches my heart in a different [...]

The realm of travel takes us to different places to experience something new. Beaches are terrific places for daytime activities, but at night they are a part of nature’s playground, where the wet sand glistens in the moonlight, the waves gently lap upon empty stretches of beach and children and monster turtles get to come [...]

Relay for Life comes every year in the spring as a reminder of the cancer victims lost and hope for a cure for those living with cancer. I hate cancer. Cancer has taken so many close to me…friends, mother, in-laws, sister and husband. Every year I commit, in ink, in my calendar the date of [...]

I’m not the least bit art-y. And I’m not at all musical either. Unfortunately, Indiana University’s School of Education didn’t get the memo. They thought they could magically transform me into some half-note-reading, treble-clef-drawing, acrylic-paint-using Mother Earth type. Yeah, well, I’m a lost cause. The ability is simply not there. But I really wanted to [...]

When I was a boy, my mother had a small plaque that hung in the kitchen of our tiny apartment. It read: A house is made of brick and stone, but a home is made of love alone. My wife and I had planned on being the typical American couple. We’d get married; work for [...]

“Mom, Nan called while you were gone,” I relayed to my mother. “What? Your daddy went out to the farm?” she asked. I repeated the message, and my sister, dad and I laughed. We were getting used to her misunderstanding us. It was an everyday occurrence, and it made for humorous discussion. “Did you put [...]

When I was a child, I heard the phrase “down home” all the time and never appreciated what it meant. My parents used it when we went to visit my grandparents. “We’re getting up early in the morning to go down home,” Dad would say. Then he’d head out to the garage to check the [...]