Seri. The perfect puppy. Perfectly crazy. I realize perfect is a word to be avoided especially when dealing with kids or students. But perfect does not equate quite what Miriam Webster would suggest, at least not to me. Just as … Continue reading →
This will be her escape she thinks as she submerges into the stinging water. At first shock pure frozen, then recognition through steam and redness of heat. The water blisters at the surface where the spout cascades to meet the … Continue reading →
In Phoenix, as a child surrounded by green lawns, palm trees and pools, completely oblivious that a desert surrounded this steaming metropolis where jelly sandals melted on asphalt and fried eggs cooked on the hood of a Datsun, I dreaded the sun. Which probably makes sense considering the numerous sun burns and heat stroke it gifted upon me. However I also feared the dark.
Realizing that this was a fear that allowed other kids to easily and endlessly tease me, I tried to overcome it. Acting as my own phobia coach I would practice sitting in the bathroom with the lights off. Of course this exercise ended badly when my own murky reflection came into view once my eyes adjusted. Because naturally that was not my reflection but instead dreaded Bloody Mary. I would scream out of the bathroom and seek protection with my oversized white German Shepard. I was certain she had magical powers to protect me as I plotted a new way to get over my fear of the dark. Coming up with nothing I would head back to the bathroom hopeful that Bloody Mary had moved on to other bathrooms.
Sooner than later bedtime approached. Thankfully my pale blue room came equipped with a nightlight. Unfortunately , it only provided a halo of light that barely spilled past the base of the lamp. As my bedroom door was shut the room darkened. Only scratches of light tore through the window covered in cat’s claws ivy that seemed to sprawl as I watched. The shadows grew larger, eventually touching each other. I had trained my eyes on the objects in the room, yet a very unfamiliar shape filled the space close to the far corner of the room. I tried to remember what exactly was there, but nothing came to mind. And then the shape did seem familiar, very familiar as the face of a Gorilla emerged larger and larger in my mind. The same outline seemed to fit. I retraced the objects in the room, deep breaths and reassurances with every friendly Snoopy, Bunny and stack of books. Still the unplaceable shape remained.
I had no choice but to turn on the light. I knew I would not be able to sleep with a potential Gorilla in the room. Of course this took courage because my brother had engrained in me that as soon as the lights went off and the nightlight fog began, the crocodiles which were kept behind the drain in the pool, were released into my bedroom. He was much older and quite an authority on almost everything and I believed him. So I took a huge leap from my bed to the threshold of the door. My relief of landing not on knife-like teeth lasted only momentarily, as I tried to steady myself I crashed headlong into the doorknob. I still have no idea about the Gorilla. And I am still afraid of the dark, luckily the scar on my head is hidden with hair. Most fortunately living in the city it seems we are never without lamplight.
Not sure how I got here, but it’s not the first time. Definitely won’t be the last, unless some unforeseen event occurs, as so often happens…. Maybe it was the chocolate? The wine? Maybe both? Through the gash between the … Continue reading →
Trees scratch the sky and shrubs leave their tiny teeth marks on my legs as I run through an unfamiliar forest. Feeling ever so lost, because truly I am. And yet, such a familiar feeling; lost, loss. I barely notice … Continue reading →
Somethings are without question what I would call filamentary, meaning that without them life would seem much more dark. But sometimes the things that are illuminating can prove too bright. Some things are best left in the shadows, while others linger there waiting to pounce. An unexpected cat materializing from behind a banister, a rattlesnake in plastic trash can. Not the kind that reads “NO HOT ASH” but more of the household variety. Which explains the selection of lightbulbs varying not only in shape and size but wattage. Not everyone wants fluorescent, sometimes even incandescent betrays too much.
They told her once upon a time was a rotten way to start stories. But when she began with no timeline, just ” so she drifted off to sleep wondering what became of her best friend…” That apparently was problematic … Continue reading →
For some reason when I realize or decide that I need something ranging from accessories to furniture to dog toys, even after I purchase the item I continue searching for it. Somehow just the thought “oh, I would like a bracelet” becomes a habit of perpetually searching for bracelets and noticing other people’s bracelets. Even after I finally decide (i.e. purchase the said item) after revisiting various websites and leaving retail workers baffled at how many times can someone contemplate the purchase of a bracelet, I continue on the quest. It’s not just with bracelets or lamps either. It’s happened with things as seemingly noticeable as a car. While driving in a recently purchased car I will still ‘shop’ for cars. I have found myself standing at a register to purchase a tea kettle only to have someone ask “don’t you like the one you bought last week?”
During a frenzy of packing we suffered a shortage of boxes. As you can probably guess, even after the move was complete I found myself eyeing boxes outside stores or piles of boxes waiting for recycling, and wondering how I could possibly carrying them on my bicycle.
They say it takes about six weeks for something to form a habit. I am guessing that for me it might just take six minutes.