The Continuing Adventures of Antonia Gigglegoose….

Antonia Gets a Job Once there was a young girl named Antonia Gigglegoose. Antonia came from a very large family. There were Gigglegoose brothers in the first and second grade, and Gigglegoose sisters in the fourth and fifth grade, and there were even Gigglegoose triplets in kindergarten! Antonia herself had just finished the third grade.  … Continue reading The Continuing Adventures of Antonia Gigglegoose….

When Roses Smell as Raspberries and Foyers Smell as Boyfriends

The sense of smell is a peculiar thing.The raspberry scent of a particular red rose sends me back to my childhood when my mother grew a beautiful rose-bush in a bucket painted white. It was SO beautiful she took pictures of her three daughters standing beside it. New plastic binders smell like the Barbie camper … Continue reading When Roses Smell as Raspberries and Foyers Smell as Boyfriends

To Frustratingly Flail About With My Words

Some days I believe I can be as articulate as the greatest of ancient Greek orators. Sitting, surrounded by youth. Using extended metaphor to enlighten. Persuasive and entertaining with my words. Arguing a point that possesses a foregone conclusion just to uproot it  and shake it free of narrow-mindedness. Then transplant it elsewhere. Entertaining with … Continue reading To Frustratingly Flail About With My Words

Memory as Metaphor

Memory is a funny thing.Multi-metaphorical. It’s like a tiny alligator. Lurking in shallow water leisurely swimming by moving its tail. You wade tentatively in life, feeling warmth and security. Going further out and away. When suddenly it grabs your ankle in its sharp pointy teeth reminding you it’s there. And then leaving little pointed pricks … Continue reading Memory as Metaphor