Post-Election, Constant Trigger

I endured nearly an entire school period of being ridiculed and put down. I was put on in-school suspension. I was accused of “ruining school spirit” because I’d made a guy from the wrestling team fall on the floor. This wasn’t the only incident in junior high, but it sticks out as the first time that I really realized victim blaming existed, and that some kids – usually white boys on sports teams – could get away with almost anything. That sense of discord has been extremely prevalent since Trump became the PE.

Empty Nest of Summer

We are one week into the NYC summer vacation. I began the break with the ACS Relay for Life of Middle Village. I was team captain, and we had a Star Trek theme for our team. I even made a fun hair bow to wear to match my captain’s shirt. As it turned out, the…

Alligator’s Friends Need Your Help

For some time now, I have been creating whimsical pictures of animals using torn scraps of interesting paper.  This began as a project when both of my children were toddlers. It was a rainy week, and we were all sitting together downstairs, with a bright array of origami paper spread out on the floor around…

New projects have been envisioned!

One year, I don’t remember whether we had a Christmas tree, but I do remember helping my mom cover the entire front room with kraft paper, and making presents and ribbons and even a life-size fireplace out of paper. We hung our stockings in front of the paper fireplace. It was like the world had been magically transformed, and my Mom became a hero because she had done this. I also recall a time when she sat on the floor with me and we drew pictures on haunted houses using my huge box of crayons. My Mom is a very creative person, and the times when I was able to share the creation of things with her are cherished moments. I even remember hunting together for pinecones and then dipping them in glue and glitter to make beautiful sparkling decorations.