Reflections
“The sky is turning into popcorn! Come look!”, chattered Anna as she sprang away from the window. “Cumulonimbus,” I said, imitating the inflection of Russel from Pixar’s “Up”. When a mass begins to grow in the corner of your bigger-than-real-life Texas skyline, and mutates into fantastic shapes accented by the setting sun… everyone is at [...]![]()
The trees in my yard are not noble. Sometimes I sit staring at them, noticing how much they could use a good rain, and I wonder if they envy their distant cousins, varieties of maple, beech, or pine, and wish they could wear such blooming veils of leaves, and tickle their neighbors with branches sheathed [...]![]()
Imagine that today is Valentine’s Day and your Grooveshark playlist is on shuffle. You’re wearing red ruffles and listening to ‘Flaming Red Hair’ (the song known to your little brother as ‘hobbits dancing’), as you start to fling words through your swiftly typing fingers. You knock out two sentences before pausing to listen to ‘Tadarida’ [...]![]()
I have a shelf of adverbs inside my head. It’s right above 5 baskets of adjectives, and directly to the right of the bureau over-stuffed with nouns. (The pronouns are in the drawers.) I keep verbs hanging from silver strings all over the ceiling, and sometimes breezes vault through the open window and blow some [...]
Winnie the Pooh’s world is a work of art where we can grasp the string of a balloon and be carried away to the sky and carpe diem. Sometimes fluff is wiser than wise. (If I was Winnie the Pooh, would you be my Piglet and hold my hand? Would you spell all my difficult [...]