The boy at the door was tall and slim, and although I had no idea who he was, he said: “You must be V.J.!” A whoosh of Mom’s skirt obliterated my response. She was hugging and kissing him and exclaiming: “Oh my! Can’t believe it is you!” Then my sisters were there, crowding our small […]
“What’s in this box?” “Good question. To be honest every time I look at the contents, I just…” “… glaze over?” “Exactly.” Turns out there were pens and lightbulbs and notepads, and something Ric’s been looking for. Likely the contents of a junk drawer – you know, the stuff you put out of sight because […]
It was a neighbour girl that started it. We played together one day – a rare occurrence, as she seldom came outside. “How do you know you’re not adopted?” she hissed at me, as if to say: You don’t know everything. I started to answer, but then, the words got stuck. How did I know? […]
There may be more truth in this than the author intended. We color our circumstances with our attitude toward them. I choose to color in deep, rich colors (especially red) that help me find joy. But I’m no Pollyanna. When I awake with an especially painful headache (because there is a headache EVERY morning) I still say “Oh, sh–“, then take my pills and anticipate that I might be lucky and it will go away!
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It’s difficult to be a Pollyanna when we’ve been hit so hard by reality – let’s just say we are well balanced, lol.
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