by Toni G. There’s a young lady in the corner, not so far from the dance floor, lost in the fantasy of what her first dance should be like and with whom. She waits with her head slightly bowed. Insecurity creates beads of sweat on her perfectly scrubbed and powdered skin. She looks down pretending to admire her new gown, Read More
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Your Arms Close Around Me
by J. Bradley Mitch asks mom what animal she’d want to be and I punch him in the arm for asking. The last thing mom needs right now is to think about being in a body other than her own. Mom answers though by shifting her body into a lime green raccoon. Why a raccoon, I ask. On our honeymoon, Read More
Elephants Never Infest, Louse
“Well, the bad news is that you’ve definitely got a Pediculus pachydermis – elephant louse.” “Yuck, totally gross, like it has some weird tentacle thing hanging off the front!” “Yes, you’ve found its trunk. On the plus side, once we remove the louse, you shouldn’t get a recurrence. Elephants never infest.” Don’t forget to read “For the Love of Lice” Read More
“Well, the bad news is that you’ve definitely got a Pediculus pachydermis – elephant louse.”
“Yuck, totally gross, like it has some weird tentacle thing hanging off the front!”
“Yes, you’ve found its trunk. On the plus side, once we remove the louse, you shouldn’t get a recurrence. Elephants never infest.”
Don’t forget to read “For the Love of Lice” by Amy Alexander, a story about facing life’s problems – great and small – as a family.
And check out “Leaving for College” by Kim Luxoro, a parent’s letter to her child about things to never forget.
For the Love of Lice
by Amy Alexander When it comes to terrible things that adults imagine happening to children – drownings, kidnappings, being burnt on stoves, toppling headlong into Rubbermaid tubs and not being able to escape, crashing into semis in forward-facing, failing child seats, falling off of cliffs at The Grand Canyon, being sucked into the ocean by riptides, placing dry cleaning bags Read More
Leaving for College
My only daughter is leaving for her 1st year of college… By Kim Luxoro Tonight when you were at work, Taylor, I walked by your bedroom. From the hallway I saw the usual dirty (and quite possibly clean) clothes on the floor, the laundry baskets full of clean clothes, empty shopping bags from Victoria’s Secret, and that overflowing garbage can. Read More