Lese Dunton
Bio
Essayist, reporter, and book author. Writes about everything.
Stories (17/0)
Open Letter to Teacher & Mother
My second grade teacher changed my life. I wonder if she knew it at the time. I hear she has dementia now and her mind is not so clear, but back then she was filled with great clarity and kindness. Everyone loved how Mrs. Hunter's long hair was wrapped around the back of her head in a circular braid. What would it look like if she let it all down? Her delightful demeanor kept her little students riveted and on pretty good behavior. When she spoke, we listened.
By Lese Dunton2 years ago in Humans
- First Place in Life Unleashed Challenge
The Big ShowFirst Place in Life Unleashed Challenge
“You can have the pick of the litter,” they said. “Great,” I replied. “What does that mean?” It meant that my parents had successfully arranged a romantic encounter with our Labrador retriever and their friend’s female Lab. Both dogs had pedigrees and were beautifully black. The reward for this marriage? A five year old, that’s me, got to choose any puppy she wanted. The cutest one would belong to me and no one else. A little girl’s dream come true.
By Lese Dunton2 years ago in Petlife
Game-Changing Speechmaking
Toastmasters, Toastmasters, Toastmasters. That’s what my brother advised when I told him I was scared to make speeches. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life trying to avoid standing in front of people and communicating. Even if I were able to successfully dodge their requests, I feared the inevitable day when group pressure, as in everyone yelling “Speech! Speech!,” would force me into compliance.
By Lese Dunton2 years ago in Motivation
After This Life
Sitting by the brook listening is one of my favorite things to do. Watching it closely, too. The glimmering flow of water gently rolling over rocks, never veering off course as it dances and weaves downstream. Sparkles of light stay in perfect tempo with its soothing sound. Who doesn’t love the music of a brook? I can think of no one. Of course, as a six year old, I don’t know that many people.
By Lese Dunton2 years ago in Confessions