A Wrinkled World – Artsy Reflections 103

“Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art.” ~Stanislaw Jerzy Lec

Everything about her was tiny, her frame was petite and her voice was softly small. She pulled at each finger of her glove before fully removing it, and repeated the process on her other hand. I estimated that the woman in front of me was in her 40s, but her hands looked 2 decades younger.

“Can I have a chair?” she asked, and…
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Letting my Clown Flag Fly – Artsy Reflections 102

“No, I don’t wanna be a clown!” I cried as I ran away from my father to hide, and pout, and resist the red, yellow, and blue garment he was dangling in front of me.

I was 7 and I had just spent the past few minutes being awed by my older cousin in her princess costume. In the brief time I was aware I’d arrived at a costume party, I’d also arrived at false expectations of…
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A Mosaic of Shattered Dreams – Artsy Reflections 101

“I want to be an actress!” I said when I was 12 or 13.

“So you want to be a waitress?” My mom replied, laughed, and explained my future as she saw it, should I pursue such a career.

“I want to be a novelist!” I said when I was 22 or 23.

“Hmph! Don’t we all.” My journalism professor stated with a dissapproving look…
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Eye See – Artsy Reflections 100

I stared at this photo, and I wanted this story to be as deep as the center of the earth is, because surely that’s how far someone could have dug in the length of time I spent staring… Read more…

The Kidnapper Truck – Artsy Reflections 99

The truck was rolling backwards with my sister and me inside, but no one was at the wheel. We were just about to leave, but mom had forgotten something. She hopped out of the old Dodge Ram to dash back to the house, but when she slammed the door closed, the gray beast was shaken out of park and… Read more…

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