Writing
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Disrespecting the Muse
From his booster seat Cooper spots the bright colors of his favorite play equipment and his arms and legs go into overdrive. They wave and shake in a dance of toddler joy. The car stops and he waits, wiggling and complaining for almost two whole minutes while Mum gathers the goodies for their picnic. He leaps out of the car seat as soon as he feels the ‘click’ of release and gets frustrated when he finds his arms still entangled in the harness. “Cooper… just slow down.” Mum smiles as she tries to place a hat on his bobbing head. They hold hands as they walk towards a picnic table. Cooper…
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Stuck in the Mud
I was only a teenager for three years – in the cultural sense of the word – yet I managed to pack some pretty interesting stories and events into that shortened time frame. I find that memories of these events, people, and places often resurface to help me understand issues I’m dealing with now. Who says your past can’t be helpful today? Like the time in my early teens when my photographer boyfriend and I scaled the fence at the limestone quarry in my hometown. We checked for guards from several vantage points and discussed the best locations for the shots we wanted to take. When it was safe, he…
