Tuesday, April 25, 2017

100 days of 100 words, day 22: (sad dance) and wonder

(Sad Dance) and Wonder


I didn't have the words to say good-bye to the baby brother whose birth I had celebrated with my 8-year-old happy dance and whose life I had tried to enhance and protect.  There is no longer a life to enhance (sad dance), so I protect the memories.  These words I'll keep.

When Scotty was 4, he admitted to my friend Carolyn and me that he had a crush but would not reveal the name.  What's it start with? we asked.  He said, "It starts with a 1."  Only after much cajoling could we learn the name of this numbered love:  1der Woman.

Friday, April 21, 2017

100 days of 100 words, day 21: door

Door


"No one let Kristy outside," stated the sign taped to the door I had finally found in my attempt to escape a college party featuring a complex net of past, current, and future lovers.  Startled, I stood there considering.  Relief from social anxiety was so close!  Would it count if I let myself outside?

Eventually, I smiled.  Eventually, I learned there was a cat named Kristy (didn't get to meet her).  Eventually, thankfully, I also outgrew that initial way of thinking which allowed me to believe that a sign handwritten by unknown people could stop me from going through a door.

Monday, April 17, 2017

100 days of 100 words, day 20: spider legs

Spider Legs


She was more attractive than Tammy Faye Bakker, but shared Tammy Faye's cartoonish make-up strategy: thick black spider legs for eyelashes and slashed-on rouge and dark lips, lined outside their natural borders.  Her persona was sexier, more sly, more laced with a conviction that every man she met could be seduced, but she and Tammy Faye Bakker both smirked with righteous judgment and conveyed a smug superiority that just barely concealed a writhing insecurity.  Perhaps that insecurity was as terrible for my stepmother to live with as she was for me to live with.  I sure as shit hope so.