From If I Ran The Zoo, © 1950, Dr. Seuss
As he drones on and on about the meteorological reasons the clouds are forming heavy and dark above our heads, I smile secretly.
In high school, the nerdy boys – the ones who wore thick glasses and crewcuts and got all A’s in science, math, and astronomy – congregated around me.
I was horrified. Continue reading
What do you do when you’re told to do nothing?
That’s been my dilemma this past week after a distracted driver (ie, texting) plowed into me and my guy as we headed to Delaware to visit my mom.
We never made it. Damage to car and persons was better than expected, except I got a concussion.
I won’t go into the discomfort and the fear as my body showed me in many ways that I had to stop, which I didn’t do until I finally visited my doctor, who set forth a five-day-rule: Continue reading
A long long time ago, in a land now distant and far removed, girls vied to be finalists in their communities.
Finalists in what, you ask? Continue reading
Cap of Invisibility.
Dr. Rufus promised me that the invisibility cap works for two hours before needing to be re-charged.
Of course, charging the cap is not an easy feat. Just as the professor taught me, I begin with 22 chants, then spread a special lavender-speckled shawl over it, then enact a strange spirit dance for 33 steps. Continue reading
The music takes me away from my writing chair here and brings me to where. Any where I want to go. On this morning, I’d like to go back to the weekend, where my son-in-law sets an individual lava cake ramekin in front of me, proud of his accomplishment, beaming in my praise.
Sons-in-law have it tough, I muse now as a chilly May breeze blows through my window, bird song following with twirling high notes of friendly greetings.
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