New York – Page 3 – Irene North

The perfect pitch

On 2021-03-08

Bats: L; Hits L; BA: .367; ERA: 1.97; Age: 13; Height 5ft. 0in.; Weight: 95 pounds; Position; P, 1st

I stared at the signs Stacy was showing 60 feet away. I shook her off a few times before settling in on my “go-to” pitch. I could place it almost anywhere.

Standing on the pitcher’s mound, the entire world melted away. My teammates knew I liked it quiet, so the normal cheers of encouragement were rarely heard when I was on the mound. I shut out the people screaming in the stands. It was just me, the catcher, and the batter.

Just a fool walking to school

By Irene

On 2021-03-01

In Stories

I was a junior in high school before I first attempted to take the bus to school. If you lived more than two miles from school, the district would provide a school bus for students. This was a new experience for me. I was nervous. I had always walked to school, but the idea of not being cold in winter or arriving to school sweaty in June was enticing.

Indelible moment

By Irene

On 2021-02-08

In Gram, Poetry

I’m only a dolphin ma’am

By Irene

On 2021-01-01

In Stories

It’s tagline was, “If you forgot what terror was like…it’s back,” except I wasn’t terrified until I went to sleep.

A black and white New Year

By Irene

On 2020-12-31

In Stories

We all agreed to meet at my mom’s house in New York and spend New Year’s Eve in New York City.

I still hope it will get better

By Irene

On 2020-05-30

In News, Stories

I was finishing up for the day at the Star-Herald when I received a text message I was hoping not to get. It was from her.

“Are you sure you don’t want to do it?”

The logo shouldn’t matter

By Irene

On 2020-05-25

In Stories

There are three things I remember about Mrs. Blustein’s 5th grade class – a politician spoke to us, Joe’s boogers, and how I learned I was really poor.

A classroom exercise secretly makes me a better writer

By Irene

On 2020-04-20

In Stories

As a 17-year old high school senior, my English teacher, Ms. Prather, assigned me and my classmates the task of writing about our bedroom and what we saw using as many adjectives as possible. It could be real or imagined. My story was a mix of both. We were also supposed to let the details do the work – show don’t tell – through the use of metaphors and similes.

We spent a week working on the assignment before turning it in on March, 4, 1988. After working on the suggestions Ms. Prather made on my third rough draft, I was confident I would receive a good grade.

I can cook now, mostly

By Irene

On 2020-04-19

In Gram, Stories

I’m still not sure why I was home alone that monumental day, but I had graduated from setting the table for dinner to making the meal by myself.

Lorraine Schoeneberger

By Irene

On 2020-03-31

In Gram, Women

Gram at Uncle Dave’s fishing competition July, 15, 2007.

I grabbed the softball and turned it around in my glove until my first two fingers were set where I wanted them along the seams. I focused on the placement of the catcher’s mitt, ignoring where the batter would be. My task was to put the ball in the catcher’s mitt. That’s all I looked at. I stretched back and released the ball.

Writings

Tag: New York Page 3 of 6

The perfect pitch

Just a fool walking to school

Indelible moment

I’m only a dolphin ma’am

A black and white New Year

I still hope it will get better

The logo shouldn’t matter

A classroom exercise secretly makes me a better writer

I can cook now, mostly

Lorraine Schoeneberger