Articles tagged with: Family
First, I don’t like Turkey. It’s dry. Very dry. Tastes like a sponge. Feels like a sponge. Seems to suck the moisture from the bottom of the esophagus—just like a sponge. I never truly understood the reason behind the holiday either. For what exactly are we giving thanks? Stealing the country from its rightful owners?
I suggested that we save the final balloon for anyone who had been forgotten, and as the rest of the family shouted their greetings of good riddance, I watched the over-inflated red balloon waft into the sky, making my own silent declaration of freedom.
Part of me thinks it sounds too easy. But, maybe it’s supposed to be that easy. After all, it’s usually our own choices that put us in these situations where we feel trapped by difficult things or people. It’s something that’s been weighing heavily on my mind lately, like a balloon filled with gravel instead of air, and the ceremony felt so cosmically ordained that it took all of my years of theatrical training to hold myself together and stay detached they way I typically do when my family is around.
So in the wake of the family balloon sacrament, I’m continuing on my own journey with no lofty expectations other than the fragile, but secure knowledge that I am one red balloon lighter than yesterday.
I wonder how a frog lives in a pond devoid of lily pads? Maybe forget about hopping for a while and ponder. Unfortunately, I never developed that skill.
I feel like I’m lacking balance in my life and I think I figured out why…
My Grandma is eighty-four years old; I am twenty-four. We have a sixty year generation gap that appears very wide when she asks me if I have so and so on cassette tape.
It’s the last day of UnOlympics, UC San Diego’s annual freshman competition, and Revelle reigned over the 2nd- and 3rd-place colleges (it’s a 6-college system) with the much anticipated Golden Shoe — the trophy …
Because sometimes you wish your heel clicks would bring you anywhere else.
